Verse 1

You left your jacket on my kitchen chair

A little proof that you were really there

I found a ticket folded in the sleeve

A Saturday we almost didn’t leave

Pre-Chorus

Now every small thing has a way

Of turning ordinary into May

Chorus

I’m coming up like petals in the sun

One by one, I’m letting good days come

You can’t hold a season in your hands

But I can learn to bloom where I am

Oh, I’m coming up, I’m coming up again

Verse 2

I take the long way past the corner store

The owner says my name like days before