[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] I swept the leaves beside the gate. I let the gravel keep its sound. Some days a dream comes running late. Some days it takes the long way round. [Chorus] I leave the gate unlatched, unlatched. No promise tied to the post, the post. I leave the gate unlatched, unlatched. If something good comes through, there is room for something new. [Verse 2] I set a chair beside the door. The evening rested on the rail. I do not need to ask for more. I do not need a perfect tale. [Chorus] I leave the gate unlatched, unlatched. No promise tied to the post, the post. I leave the gate unlatched, unlatched. If something good comes through, there is room for something new. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] I know the weather may turn cold. I know a welcome is a choice. The path can carry what I hold. The porch can hold a quiet voice. [Final Chorus] I leave the gate unlatched, unlatched. No promise tied to the post, the post. I leave the gate unlatched, unlatched. If something good comes through, there is room for something new. [Instrumental Outro]
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