I hear the kettle click Believe it for a while The room is quiet enough already I don't mind staying here There's a book beside the window halfway through a page It isn't going anywhere so neither am I Something's don't need finishing From the moment that they start Slow steps, darling Leave a little for tomorrow There are songs I haven't written And days I've yet to spend I don't need to hold the whole day In the palm of my hand Somethings are better waiting Than ending where they began I hear children laughing Further down the road By the time I reach the corner They're already heading home The light comes on next door Someone's putting dinner on Funny how the evening settles Without asking me along I used to think the quiet needed filling up somehow Now I leave a chair beside me even when no one's around Tomorrow doesn't owe me everything at once Maybe leaving something waiting Is where the living starts Slow steps, darling Leave a little for tomorrow There are songs I haven't written And days I've yet to spend I don't need to know the ending Before I've read the page Somethings only find you When you make a little space I'll close the book beside me Before I reach the end There's always something waiting When tomorrow comes again
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