Verse 1

You left your blue coat by the kitchen chair

A little proof that you were standing there

The kettle cooled beside the window pane

I read your note and read it once again

Pre-Chorus

If distance is a road we have to take

I’ll keep the promises we chose to make

Chorus

Come back when the winter loses hold

I’ll have a place for you beside the old oak door

No grand words, no diamonds, nothing more

Just my hand reaching for yours like before

Verse 2

Your photograph is tucked inside my book

I find it every time I stop to look

The garden fence still leans toward the west