[Verse 1] The kitchen clock clicks through the refrigerator hum A datebook full of names I haven't called enough Your old blue mug still chips along the rim I keep the cracked side turned away from where you've been [Pre-Chorus] I count the birthdays, count the miles Then lose the number for a while [Chorus] That second hand keeps taking what it takes I feel the years in every choice I make I've spent more pages than the book has left And still I save the best for someone else So tell me, while the afternoon is wide: What am I waiting for this time? [Verse 2] The schoolyard fence is shorter than I knew The map I drew at seventeen is folded into two My father's hands move slower on the jar He says, "You're doing fine," and looks out past the yard [Pre-Chorus] The plans I made still have my name But every season isn't mine to claim [Chorus] That second hand keeps taking what it takes I feel the years in every choice I make I've spent more pages than the book has left And still I save the best for someone else So tell me, while the afternoon is wide: What am I waiting for this time? [Breakdown] No more someday No more someday The kettle cools, the phone stays dark I know the door; I know the start [Bridge] If I have fewer roads than I once believed I'll take the one that brings me where you breathe Let the dishes wait, let the workday end I'll sit beside you, not plan past the bend [Final Chorus] That second hand keeps taking what it takes I'll spend these hours awake to what remains I've turned enough pages to know what matters most: Your laugh across the table, your coat beside the door So while the afternoon is open wide I'm coming over; keep the porch light bright [Outro] The kitchen clock clicks, but I don't count Your voice is here; that's what time is now
