Verse 1

You leave your blue coat by the door,

The one you wore in early spring.

I hang it where it was before,

As if the small things know everything.

Chorus

I choose you in the quiet hours,

When all the easy words are gone.

Through changing skies and passing flowers,

My hand will find your hand to hold on.

If years redraw the lines we know,

I’ll love you still, and let it show.

Verse 2

Your coffee cools beside the page,

A note you wrote in crooked blue.

I keep it through the turn of age,

A simple promise made anew.