THERE IS ROOM [Verse 1] A name that almost leaves the lips. A story coming back in parts. Something funny in the middle Of a sentence that gets hard. A little laughter, then the quiet. The rest can wait a little while. For a moment, in the telling, That familiar crooked smile. [Chorus — softly layered] There is room For a little of it all. The laughter and the longing, The words that come out wrong. A story left unfinished. A silence halfway through. There is room. There is room. [Verse 2] Some days pass in ordinary ways. The washing dries. The kettle sings. Then a song comes through a window And the afternoon is full of things. The way a certain word was spoken. An argument about the rain. A hundred little things forgotten, And one that comes back clear again. [Chorus] There is room For a little of it all. The laughter and the longing, The words that come out wrong. A story left unfinished. A silence halfway through. There is room. There is room. [Bridge — almost bare] Sometimes nothing. Sometimes everything at once. Sometimes halfway through a story, The ending never comes. [Final refrain — a few voices, no swell] A little laughter, then the quiet. An afternoon with nothing to do. A story coming back in pieces. A name that lingers in the room. There is room. There is room.
