The Old House

The old house keeps your coat beside the door One sleeve still turned the way you left it there I pass it every morning nothing more Than dust collecting softly in the air I told myself the years would change the room But every winter brings your name back through Stay with me a little longer Though the words have all run dry I can face the coming morning If I know you heard goodbye Your coffee cup is chipped along the rim I keep it on the shelf above the sink The smallest things are harder to forget Than all the grand promises we’d think The road we chose is somewhere out of view Still every turn comes leading back to you Stay with me a little longer Though the words have all run dry I can face the coming morning If I know you heard goodbye If love can live beyond the leaving If a heart can learn to mend Let the silence say what I could not Let the long night find its end