Verse 1

Rain draws silver lines across the pane,

You stir your tea and watch the passing train.

I find your hand beside the saucer's rim,

And every little worry settles dim.

Verse 2

The old clock keeps its patient, quiet time,

Your laugh slips through the room like easy rhyme.

We trade a story, leave the ending loose,

While evening folds its coat around the roofs.

Chorus

Stay here a little, let the hour swing,

You take the melody, I’ll answer in.

Two voices meeting where the soft rain falls,

No need to hurry past these quiet walls.

Instrumental: tenor saxophone improvisation