[Verse 1] I kept the waiting-room receipt Folded in the pocket of my coat Your office had a crooked clock That lost a minute every hour I told you I was doing fine Then watched my hands betray the lie They worried at a paper cup Until the rim began to bend [Chorus] You said, “Name the thing you carry” I said, “I don’t know where it starts” So we sat beside the silence While it loosened in my heart Not a cure and not a promise Just a door I didn’t lock You wrote Tuesday on a yellow note And I walked home around the block [Verse 2] My brother called from Bakersfield Asked if I had found some work I heard the dishes in his kitchen And the kindness underneath his words I nearly told him everything The winter, pills, the bedroom floor But some truths need a smaller room Before they can be spoken whole [Chorus] You said, “Name the thing you’re hiding” I said, “It changes when I speak” So I gave it one small syllable And felt my knees go weak Not a cure and not a promise Just a handrail by the wall You wrote Tuesday on a yellow note And I didn’t miss the call [Bridge] There are days I still go quiet There are nights I lose the thread But the sentence keeps returning: I am here, and I am not dead [Final Chorus] You said, “Name the thing you’re carrying” This time I knew its name It was grief from years of weather It was fear without a face Not a cure and not a promise Just the truth beneath the talk You wrote Tuesday on a yellow note And I walked home around the block [Outro] The crooked clock was moving The paper cup was gone I kept the yellow note And carried on
