(Verse 1) The sprinklers kick on at six / The same green lies on every lawn There's a casserole in the fridge he won't eat / And a silence so heavy it's hard to speak I polish the silver 'til it gleams / Chasing the ghosts out of my daydreams (Chorus) But the wood is warm where the sun has been On this fence line, wearing thin And you're a shadow in the golden light A different kind of quiet tonight A question I'm learning how to phrase In the honeyed, slow-motion haze (Verse 2) I count the headlights on the wall / Waiting for the other shoe to fall He talks of retirement and plans / I'm tracing maps with my own hands Of the eighteen steps across the grass... A distance that feels impossibly vast (Chorus) But the wood is warm where the sun has been On this fence line, wearing thin And you're a shadow in the golden light A different kind of quiet tonight A question I'm learning how to phrase In the honeyed, slow-motion haze (Bridge) They say "love is a house," well mine is so clean You could eat off the floors of this goddamn routine But a house is not a home, it's a beautiful cage And I'm feeling my age... I'm feeling my age... And I'm not scared of the fall, I'm scared of the ground Of never making a sound. (Outro) Music swells slightly then begins to fade, leaving mostly the Wurlitzer and vocals Eighteen steps... across the grass... A different kind of quiet... at last... ...at last.
