[Verse 1] Your kettle clicked before the town was up, Two paper cups beside the window glass. I’d only meant to stay a little while; Somehow those few days learned to matter fast. You knew the names of streets I couldn’t keep, I knew how you took sugar in your tea. A borrowed room, a jacket on the chair— Small things that started feeling like a key. [Pre-Chorus] Morning laid its hand across the floor, My bag was waiting by the door. [Chorus] I wish the day would give us one more hour, One more walk, one more unhurried mile. I’m leaving for the airport with your warmth still on my sleeve, And a goodbye I can’t make fit inside a smile. For a handful of days, you felt like home to me; Now I’m headed out of reach, wishing time would let me be. [Verse 2] You folded up the map I never used, And laughed, “You’ll find the gate; you always do.” I wanted to ask the clock to lose its nerve, To let the morning stretch another afternoon. Your fingers brushed my wrist beside the curb; The car was coming, neither of us moved. [Breakdown] If I had one more day, I’d spend it just like this: No grand promise, no plans— Just your hand against my wrist. [Final Chorus] I wish the day would give us one more hour, One more walk, one more unhurried mile. I’m leaving for the airport with your warmth still on my sleeve, And a goodbye I can’t make fit inside a smile. For a handful of days, you felt like home to me; Though I’m headed out of reach, you’re coming on with me. [Outro] Your kettle clicked. The room went quiet. I watched the morning close behind me.
