[Intro – intimate] You left your coat beside the kitchen chair, Rain drew small rivers down the windowpane. I found your grocery list beneath the stairs, Three words circled twice: come home again. [Verse 1] The kettle clicked, the hallway settled, Your blue scarf hung beside the door. I touched the thread along the collar, Like I had done a thousand times before. The neighbor’s radio crossed the garden, A trumpet leaning into something sweet. I poured two cups, then watched one cooling, While afternoon moved softly through the street. [Pre-Chorus] If you are somewhere learning how to stay, Take this little light and find your way. [Chorus] Come back when the trains have emptied, Come back when the rain lets go. I kept your name inside the cupboard, Where the good things wait below. No grand promise, no perfect answer, Just a place where your hands can rest. If the world has taken all your courage, Come back and borrow what is left. [Verse 2] I wore the dress you liked on Sundays, The one with buttons down the sleeve. I walked past every crowded doorway, Choosing what I wanted to believe. A child was chalking birds on pavement, One had a crooked, broken wing. I knelt and helped her draw it flying, Small brave lines can change a thing. [Pre-Chorus] If you are somewhere learning how to breathe, There is still a room you never need to leave. [Chorus] Come back when the trains have emptied, Come back when the rain lets go. I kept your name inside the cupboard, Where the good things wait below. No grand promise, no perfect answer, Just a place where your hands can rest. If the world has taken all your courage, Come back and borrow what is left. [Bridge – strings rising] I used to think forgiveness Was a door you had to break. Now I know it is a window You can open for your sake. And every mile between us Has a road beneath the dust. If you can turn toward morning, You can turn toward us. [Breakdown – piano and voice] The kettle clicks. The hallway settles. Your scarf is waiting by the door. [Final Chorus – full ensemble] Come back when the trains have emptied, Come back when the rain lets go. I kept your name inside the cupboard, Where the good things wait below. No grand promise, no perfect answer, Just a place where your hands can rest. If the world has taken all your courage, Come back and borrow what is left. [Outro – fading] The kettle cools, the morning opens, A pale gold line across the floor. I leave the light beside the handle. You know what it is for.
