[Spoken Intro — Bubba, male] Now, Trigger’s got a funny way of helping. Doesn’t offer much advice. Just moves over a little… and expects me to scratch his ears. [Verse 1] I came home carrying a long old day, Set my keys down harder than I meant. Heather hollered, “Coffee’s in the kitchen,” I stood there wondering where the daylight went. There was Trigger on the end of that cushion, One ear up like he’d heard enough. He scooted over, laid his chin beside me, Didn’t seem to mind my working clothes much. [Chorus] He saved me a seat, Right there next to him. A little patch of evening Where the quiet could begin. I rubbed behind his ears, Let that long day leave. Sometimes love moves over And saves you a seat. [Verse 2] By morning he was standing at the doorway, With a squirrel emergency outside. I said, “Son, I haven’t had my coffee.” He said plenty with those little brown eyes. Down Crown Parkway, inspecting every mailbox, He stopped to read the news beside a tree. I had plans to straighten out my whole life; He had plans to spend the morning there with me. [Chorus] He saved me a seat, Right there next to him. A little patch of morning Where the quiet could begin. On a bench beside the pond, With his shoulder touching me, Sometimes love moves over And saves you a seat. [Spoken — Bubba, male] Trigger, you reckon we ought to head back? [Short pause] Well, don’t look at me. You’re the one without a watch. [Instrumental Break] [Playful piano and harmonica exchange, light banjo, mellow horns] [Verse 3] There’s a bench down there that catches all the sunshine, We sat and watched a fellow cast his line. Trigger kept an eye out for that squirrel, I quit checking on the passing time. Then I thought about the chairs around our table, Folks who pulled one out when I came through. Maybe I could call somebody Sunday, Put another cup beside their plate or two. [Bridge] I used to think I needed something clever, Some perfect words to make a hard day right. But Heather leaves a lamp on in the window, And that little dog curls up with me at night. Lord, help me notice when somebody’s weary, Help me leave some room for company. I’ve been welcomed more than I remember— Let somebody find that welcome here with me. [Final Chorus] I’ll save you a seat, Pull it up beside mine. There’s coffee in the kitchen, We can sit and take our time. You can tell me what’s been weighing, Or just listen to the breeze. There’s room here on this porch, friend— We saved you a seat. [Tag] Trigger’s stretched across the cushion, Got his head against my knee. He’ll move over for a biscuit… That’s how it worked for me. [Spoken Outro — Bubba, male] Well, come on up. Trigger… Give ’em a little room. [Gentle piano finish, soft harmonica]
