[Soft electronic pop with classic Motown soul] [92 BPM; warm male tenor; tender chest voice and light falsetto] [Melodic bass hook; soft electronic drums; tambourine; close vocal harmonies] [Intro — eight seconds] [Electric piano pickup; melodic bass enters; soft harmonies] (Ooh, ooh) [Verse 1] I still sleep on my side of the bed, Still turn toward yours when something's said. The neighbor's radio comes through, I hear a song I'd play for you. I bought two peaches yesterday, Put one back, then walked away. Some little habits take their time; Your name still nearly follows mine. [Chorus — rising melody; harmony answers] Your side, your side, There's room I haven't tried to hide. One chair pulled out, one bedside light, One thing I wish I'd said that night. Come by, come by, We don't have to fix our lives. A little time, a little truth— I'd like to share this room with you. (Share this room with you) [Instrumental turnaround — four bars] [Bass hook returns; clean guitar answers; warm synth swell] [Verse 2] I saw your sister Saturday, She said you're doing okay. I asked about your mother's knee; She smiled, then asked the same of me. I almost asked her where you live, But that's for you alone to give. I wrote instead, “If you have time, There's something honest on my mind.” [Chorus — fuller harmony; falsetto on the final answer] Your side, your side, There's room I haven't tried to hide. One chair pulled out, one bedside light, One thing I wish I'd said that night. Come by, come by, We don't have to fix our lives. A little time, a little truth— I'd like to share this room with you. (Share this room with you) [Instrumental — eight bars] [Melodic bass stays prominent; electric piano solo] [Wordless harmony answers a three-note synth motif] [Bridge — drums soften; intimate lead] I won't tell you what you feel, Or dress a wish up like a deal. If all you want is one goodbye, I'll hear you out; I won't ask why. But if you miss our Sunday drive, That little place off Highway Five, I'll meet you there at half past two— The corner booth, a seat for you. [Final chorus — lifted melody; layered call and response] Your side, your side, There's room I haven't tried to hide. One chair pulled out, one bedside light, One thing I wish I'd said that night. Come by, come by, We don't have to fix our lives. A little time, a little truth— I'd like to share this room with you. (Share this room with you) [Outro — relaxed ad-libs; bass motif repeats] No speech rehearsed, No “you go first.” Just coffee poured, And an open door. (Your side) If you'd like to come by. (Your side) I'll leave on the light. [Soft falsetto resolution; short instrumental finish]
