Verse 1

Your blue coat hangs beside the door

With one sleeve turned against the wall

The kitchen clock is five minutes slow

I never fixed it after fall

I found your note beneath the flour tin

The paper soft from years of steam

You wrote, “The north field needs the rain”

Then signed your name beside a dream

Chorus

I still take the long way home

Past the fence we mended twice

Past the bend where your old truck

Would cough and start on the second try

The road goes on, the fields turn gold

The porch boards keep your step in time

I still take the long way home

Though the house is yours and mine