[Verse 1] I found the old house key in a winter coat The brass gone green where my thumb used to go Dad’s pencil marks climb the kitchen frame My head reaches past them; the dates stay the same You ask what I’m saving the good years for I say, “When things get quiet,” then check the door [Pre-Chorus] The hands keep taking what the calendar lends I count all the roads by their missing ends [Chorus] The clock keeps score, but it never says when I’ve spent more days than I’ll get again So come sit close while the kettle runs dry Tell me one true thing before another year flies by I’m not done yet, I’m not done yet But I hear every second collect its debt [Verse 2] Your mother’s recipe, folded and stained Three words in the margin: “less salt, taste again” A friend’s name waits on a message unsent I keep choosing later like later is rent The young ones ask how the years disappeared I give them a smile and swallow the fear [Pre-Chorus] The hands keep taking what the calendar lends I count all the roads by their missing ends [Chorus] The clock keeps score, but it never says when I’ve spent more days than I’ll get again So come sit close while the kettle runs dry Tell me one true thing before another year flies by I’m not done yet, I’m not done yet But I hear every second collect its debt [Breakdown] Not the number—what I left unopened Not the miles—who I meant to call If the morning comes, let it find me present Hands on the table, here for it all [Final Chorus] The clock keeps score, but it never says when I’ve spent more days than I’ll get again So come sit close; let the kettle go cold We have this small hour, and it’s ours to hold I’m not done yet, I’m not done yet I’ll spend what remains where my heart is set [Outro] The key in my pocket, your hand in mine No borrowed tomorrow—just this little time
