[Verse 1] Your coat still hangs beside the door The hem is dark with county rain I kept the porch lamp burning low Though no one asked me to explain [Pre-Chorus] The road runs black past Miller’s field My hands know every bend [Chorus] I’ve carried this ache past the water tower Past the mill and the railroad line If there’s room at your table when the storm lets go Leave a place for this heart of mine I’m turning back down the old dirt road With nothing left to prove When the last mile gives way to the kitchen light I’ll be coming home to you [Verse 2] The church bell quit in early spring The feed store closed its doors I wore my pride like Sunday clothes Till I couldn’t wear them anymore [Pre-Chorus] Your letter’s folded in my coat Soft at every crease [Chorus] I’ve carried this ache past the water tower Past the mill and the railroad line If there’s room at your table when the storm lets go Leave a place for this heart of mine I’m turning back down the old dirt road With nothing left to prove When the last mile gives way to the kitchen light I’ll be coming home to you [Bridge] No grand speech at the doorway No promise dressed in gold Just these two tired hands of mine And the truth I should’ve told [Final Chorus] I’ve carried this ache past the water tower Past the mill and the railroad line If there’s room at your table when the storm lets go Leave a place for this heart of mine I’m turning back down the old dirt road The night is almost through When the last mile gives way to the kitchen light I’ll be coming home to you [Outro] Your coat still hangs beside the door I know the way; I’m coming through
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