[Intro, quiet room tone, a door recently closed, unhurried] the door closed an hour ago and the room has not filled back in yet [Verse 1, close and conversational, noticing rather than explaining] I am not waiting exactly the afternoon is just a little wider than usual their cup is where they left it half turned, still catching the light I put on nothing the room does not need to sound like anything the fridge does its small work in the kitchen and that is the whole program [Verse 2, same restraint, the width turning out to be the point] I could do the thing I never do when somebody might walk through and it turns out I don't especially want to I only wanted the width so I sit where I always sit and the quiet is a different quiet not the kind that settles in to stay the kind that knows it is borrowed [Bridge, instruments thin out, kalimba and room tone only, one held breath] they will come back and say it was nothing just errands, just the usual and I will say the same about here and both of us will be telling the truth [Chorus, warm and wide, opening gently, never lifting into volume] let the hours stay easy let nothing happen in them I am not lonely and I am not free I am just here with the extra width [Outro, gentle resolution, the light settling, full stop ending] I will hear the key before the door and the room will fold back to its size and I will be glad in the plain way you are glad about ordinary things
