[INTRO — instrumental, tumbling bass, nervous sax flutters] [HOOK — jittery, tender] Two rooms, two rooms (still theirs) One smells like her perfume, one like his old prayers Two rooms, two rooms (still theirs) Everybody says make an office — nobody dares (two rooms) [VERSE 1 — rapid, jittery] Her room's got a poster held up by hope and a tack (one tack) His room's got a closet of trophies and a bat With a crack he never let me fix — said the crack Was the good part — that's a whole son in a fact Wife says we could make a gym, make a den Make a room for the hobbies we'll start again And I nod and I measure and I price the drywall And I stand in her doorway and I don't do it at all Her bed's still made the way she left it — crooked His desk still holds a half a deck and a book Of crosswords finished in his lefty scrawl And the house breathes different since they stopped being small It holds its breath — it keeps their weather in Two little climates that the years can't thin [VERSE 2 — warmer, cracked] She came home in March with a laundry bag Slept in her old bed like a flag being raised Half-mast — and the whole house exhaled, I swear The pipes ran warmer with a body in there And he calls on Sundays, voice deeper every year Asks about the dog, the game, then quiet — he's here In the pauses — that's where the kids live now In the pauses and the rooms and the how Did it go so fast — I know, everybody knows Still I dust the trophies and I straighten the clothes In the closet like he's coming — and he is — in May The rooms aren't empty, baby — they're just away [HOOK — jittery, tender] Two rooms, two rooms (still theirs) One smells like her perfume, one like his old prayers Two rooms, two rooms (still theirs) Everybody says make an office — nobody dares (two rooms) [BRIDGE — piano stabs, voice bare] People say let go, but they never say where Love goes when the room goes quiet It goes in the walls — it goes in the tack Holding up the poster — it goes there [OUTRO — sax flutters and fades] (two rooms... two rooms...) He's coming in May The bat stays cracked
