The mornings changed their color lately, like something stepped aside Her laughter finds new places now, and once it lived in mine (“slips from mine…”) I feel the evenings turn uncertain, a quiet out of place Strangers learning where to stand, in moments I once chased (“once you chased…”) Men drift easy through the doorway, they speak like they belong They fit their voices in her silence, and pull the threads along (“pull along…”) I try to steady what’s still honest, and breathe enough to stay (“try to stay…”) When the hours fall quiet between us, they show the worn-out seams I keep the part that still feels mine, and guard the smaller dreams (“small dreams…”) She walks with practiced gentle distance, to places I don’t go I learn the art of stepping back, and letting pieces slow (“letting go…”) I trace the shape of older mornings, the warmth that used to stay And find the corners rearranging, in ways I can’t explain (“can’t explain…”) Their laughter rises in the doorway, a tune I never knew I feel my footing learning distance, as if I’m passing through (“passing through…”) They move like weather warm and certain, their timing always right And every time they call her over, I lose a little light (“lose the light…”) So I fold what strength is left here, and keep it out of sight (“hold it tight…”) When the hours fall quiet between us, they gather in my chest The moments turning into questions, I never could have guessed (“never guessed…”) They promise days that shine more brightly, than anything I’d planned I take the truth that still feels steady, and learn to let it stand (“let it stand…”) [Solo] I close the books on easy evenings, the pages worn and thin And carry only what won’t break me, when all the noise gets in (“won’t break in…”) If keeping this will cost my balance, I’ll finally step away (“step away…”) When the hours fall quiet between us, they mark the truth I know I fold the pieces that stay honest, and let the others go (“let them go…”) She walks with brighter borrowed comforts, to places I can’t stay I take the part that’s still my own, and carry it away (“carry away…”) (“ahhh...”)
