Like They're Waitin'

You left your coat by the front porch light Rain-soaked cuffs, torn at the sides Still smells like Sunday, still wears your shape Like a memory wrapped up in time I can’t erase I could burn it, could throw it away But even fire wouldn’t take it away The wind hits hard, like a knock at the door Like the night you left, and I begged you for more The floorboards creak where you used to stand Like they're waitin' for the touch of your hand The old stray cat still waits by the stairs You fed him once, now he don’t go anywhere Just like me, just like this place Holdin’ on to nothin’ but your aftertaste I could chase it, could let it all fade But even time wouldn’t wash you away The wind hits hard, like a knock at the door Like the night you left, and I begged you for more The floorboards creak where you used to stand Like they're waitin' for the touch of your hand If I could unwrite every word we spoke Take back the moon, let the streetlight choke Would I still feel you in the midnight cold? Or does a love like this never let go? The wind hits hard, like a knock at the door Like the night you left, and I begged you for more The floorboards creak where you used to stand Like they're waitin' for the touch of your hand Laaah... aaahh Laaah... aaahh ...aaahh Aaaahhh... Laaah... aaahh ...aaahh You left your coat by the front porch light Rain-soaked cuffs, torn at the sides Still smells like Sunday, still wears your shape