[Verse 1] I kept the map of roads declined The rooms I left before the door A dozen names I might have worn Still wait like coats along the wall [Pre-Chorus] I used to count them after dark And call the sum a kind of loss [Chorus] But I am here, and here is real This one bright cup, this one plain meal The hands I have, the heart I keep I’ll live this life, and let them sleep [Verse 2] The other selves can miss their trains Can take the jobs, the towns, the vows I hear them pass beyond the glass Then turn to what is with me now [Bridge] No need to make the past a home No need to mourn each unopened door I laugh; the kettle starts to sing My feet are on this kitchen floor [Chorus] But I am here, and here is real This one bright cup, this one plain meal The hands I have, the heart I keep I’ll live this life, and let them sleep [Outro] I’ll live this life And let them sleep
