[Verse 1] I kept a key for every door I never tried to open A winter coat for warmer towns A map with roads unchosen I hear those almost-lives at night Like dishes in the sink Then morning finds the cup I held And asks me what I think [Chorus] I won't be every name I missed Or every far-off face But here I am, with both feet down And room enough for grace The life I have is not a prize For making every turn It's bread still warm, your hand in mine A small and steady burn [Verse 2] Somewhere I play a different part Somewhere I speak braver I let that distant self be real Without asking for her I set the old what-if aside Beside the kitchen light And taste the peach you brought me home The juice runs sweet and bright [Chorus] I won't be every name I missed Or every far-off face But here I am, with both feet down And room enough for grace The life I have is not a prize For making every turn It's bread still warm, your hand in mine A small and steady burn [Outro] I didn't live them all I live this one
