[Verse 1] I gave Tuesday to the studio Wednesday to the people who called Saved my Sunday for a promise Then forgot what I had promised at all Your name sits beside a deadline Mine is buried under the rest I can list what everyone needs But not what puts a spark in my chest [Pre-Chorus] I keep every door from sticking I keep every small fire fed When the rooms go quiet around me I can’t hear my own first thought [Chorus] Where did I leave the part that starts me? The small yes underneath the noise I’ve been stretched across a hundred plans And misplaced my own voice If I put these borrowed hours down If I let one unfinished thing be Will the pulse I used to follow Still know how to lead me? [Verse 2] There’s a notebook in the kitchen With a list I never crossed out Half a melody, three errands And a sketch of the way back out I’ve been useful in a dozen directions A bright reply, a steady hand But the face in the darkened window Looks like someone I used to understand [Pre-Chorus] I keep every door from sticking I keep every small fire fed Now I’m making room for silence For the thought I haven’t said [Chorus] Where did I leave the part that starts me? The small yes underneath the noise I’ve been stretched across a hundred plans And misplaced my own voice If I put these borrowed hours down If I let one unfinished thing be Will the pulse I used to follow Still know how to lead me? [Bridge] Maybe it’s the first page, blank and open Maybe it’s the walk with nowhere due Maybe I don’t need to solve me tonight Just make one hour that belongs to me [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] I can find the part that starts me In the quiet I kept passing through I’ve been stretched across a hundred plans But I can leave a little room Let a promise wait till morning Let one small want speak honestly The pulse I thought I’d wandered from Has been keeping time in me [Outro] One hour, one page One breath I chose A little room And the answer grows
