Verse 1

You packed the blue cups in a paper crate

Left one by the sink, said it could still wait

The hallway wore a pale square on the wall

Where your old calendar had watched us all

Pre-Chorus

I kept the key beside the bowl

Though every door was changing shape

Chorus

We are changing with the seasons

Learning what to leave behind

There is sorrow in the leaving

There is room on the other side

If the road divides beneath us

If the old days lose their hold

I will carry what was honest

As we step into the unknown