[Verse 1] You keep the first page folded in your coat A little gold-edged promise, soft and warm Every new beginning wears a borrowed face You love the opening, then you lose the nerve [Pre-Chorus] The ink is dry, the room is still You know the next line might be real [Chorus] Turn it, turn it—let the old page fall One more first chapter, one more brave call You can’t keep every story in your hands Turn it, turn it—make a place to stand [Verse 2] A thousand little endings wait in rows Each one a door you never let you through You call it keeping every possibility But the book stays shut, and so do you [Pre-Chorus] The ink is dry, the room is still You know the next line might be real [Chorus] Turn it, turn it—let the old page fall One more first chapter, one more brave call You can’t keep every story in your hands Turn it, turn it—make a place to stand [Bridge] Maybe the page is blank for a while Maybe the next line takes its time But a story isn’t saved by staying still You’re allowed to leave the first page behind [Final Chorus] Turn it, turn it—let the old page fall One more first chapter, one more brave call You can’t keep every story in your hands Turn it, turn it—make a place to stand Turn it, turn it—let the old page fall One more first chapter, one more brave call You can’t keep every story in your hands Turn it, turn it—make a place to stand [Outro] Make a place to stand Turn it, turn it
