Verse 1

Your coat is hanging by the kitchen door

A paper map is folded on the floor

The winter bus leaves just before the dawn

I watch its windows carry you along

Pre-Chorus

I keep the porch light burning low

As if you might still take the road

Chorus

Come back when the cold has loosened its hold

Come back with the stories you never told

This house has your shape in the spaces you leave

And I still save a place where you used to be

Verse 2

The Sunday dishes wait beside the sink

Your chipped blue cup is all I need to think

The radio turns softly through the room