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Verse 1

Clock ticks like a metronome in the dark Clock ticks like a metronome in the dark Then the hum turns to silence—neighbor’s dog won’t bark

Chorus

Candles in the hallway, shadows on the stairs Someone’s knocking but who’s there? Candles in the hallway, we don’t speak the air Candles in the hallway, shadows on the stairs Someone’s knocking but who’s there? Candles in the hallway, we don’t speak the air

Verse 2

Fridge clicks off like a gun without a shot Fridge clicks off like a gun without a shot Now the leftovers smell like a city forgot Keys jingle on the hook but the lock won’t turn Keys jingle on the hook but the lock won’t turn Dawn’s a rumor by the time we learn

Bridge

Three calls to the power company, three lies Three calls to the power company, three lies Now the moon’s the only light that’ll supply

Outro

Candles in the hallway, we don’t speak the air Candles in the hallway, just the dark we share

Verse 1

Third-generation tools still hang on the wall, Third-generation tools still hang on the wall, I’m counting the screws—every last one’s worth its weight and then some all.

Chorus

So sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, Sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, The receipt tape’s through but the regrets run long and they’re mine. So sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, Sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, The receipt tape’s through but the regrets run long and they’re mine.

Verse 2

June clears her throat from the stockroom light, June clears her throat from the stockroom light, We both know the boxes are labeled goodbye tonight.

Bridge

Wednesday’s sunrise caught the brass handles just right, Wednesday’s sunrise caught the brass handles just right, Made every hinge gleam like a promise we couldn’t keep overnight.

Outro

Lock the door and set the alarm like a metronome, Lock the door and set the alarm like a metronome, I’ll leave the keys on the counter—guess that’s how the last shift really goes.

Verse 1

The old Ford coughed at the stop sign The old Ford coughed at the stop sign White smoke curled like a Sunday parade float

Chorus

Oh Lord, just one more mile Oh Lord, just one more mile Dust to dust and oil to oil

Verse 2

Ten bucks left in the glove box meter Ten bucks left in the glove box meter Headlights dim as church basement prayers

Bridge

Radio melted to static hymns Radio melted to static hymns Hand on the wheel, hip on the prayers

Outro

The tach dropped to nothing at Maple Ridge The tach dropped to nothing at Maple Ridge Left it grinning in a stranger’s driveway

Verse 1

I remember the day I moved in, thought it was a mistake from the start I remember the day I moved in, the landlord's sly, shining heart But the rent was cheap and I had no choice, so I took the keys and I stayed

Chorus

Now I'm leaving this place behind, and I won't look back in time Now I'm leaving this place behind, and I won't look back in time

Verse 2

The creaky floorboards, the leaky tap, the smell of mold on the wall The creaky floorboards, the leaky tap, they never bothered me at all But the memories I made in this flat, they're what I'll truly miss, that's a fact

Bridge

I'll take the good with the bad, and I'll find a new place to call my own

Outro

I'm walking out, and I won't be back, this chapter's finally closed, and that's that

Verse 1

The screen showed Grandma’s name in June sunlight, the screen showed Grandma’s name in June sunlight, she just wanted to tell me the roses finally came up.

Chorus

Oh, the ring was still warm when I finally looked down, I let the light fade out across the wooden town, while that old ring sang in the hollow of my hand. Oh, the ring was still warm when I finally looked down, I let the light fade out across the wooden town, while that old ring sang in the hollow of my hand.

Verse 2

I hit decline just past the edge of the parking lot, I hit decline just past the edge of the parking lot, then watched the message spin in the spotty signal.

Bridge

That evening every porch light in the neighborhood, turned the sidewalk to a row of soft yellow wounds, each one humming like a fishing line forgot.

Outro

The screen showed Grandma’s name in October dusk, the screen showed Grandma’s name in October dusk, she just wanted to tell me the frost finally came down.

Verse 1

The furnace kicked in at half past six The furnace kicked in at half past six My coffee’s cold but I drink it anyway

Chorus

Oh, it’s the first cold morning of the year I still reach for the sheet I left there Oh, it’s the first cold morning of the year I still reach for the sheet I left there

Verse 2

The dog won’t lift his head from the rug The dog won’t lift his head from the rug I tell myself it’s just the same old shrug

Bridge

Outside the oak’s still wearing green A neighbor’s rake lies upside-down in the leaves I could fix the screen or start the screen repair But the numbers on the thermostat stay the same

Outro

First cold morning of the year and I know how it goes I’ve outlasted every cold before

Verse 1

His boots still sit by the back door Same scuff marks on the kitchen floor Hangs his coat up where I used to hang mine

Chorus

Now the walls echo with someone else's footsteps Footsteps in the hallway, a love that's secondhand Once it was my name that the floorboards called out Now the ceiling fan spins for a different hand

Verse 2

Bed made up with his early-rise sheets Pictures turned to his brand of happy Even the coffee tastes different now Cold drip in the pot that never empties

Bridge

Three months gone since I locked the door Still I catch the smell of his aftershave Time to let the ghost in the guest room stay

Outro

Sacred heart on the dashboard glows One last turn of the key I don't own

Verse 1

The cake tasted like cinnamon and old promises Biting down through layers of white buttercream

Chorus

I counted the forks twice, tried to look busy Drank the toast alone by the window with the empty seat I counted the rings on the strangers’ hands Tried to measure the distance from one to the next

Verse 2

Her dress caught the light like a slow summer rain Two steps from me but a county apart again

Bridge

Five-thirty traffic hums on the interstate I lick frosting off my thumb and it tastes like ash

Outro

The dance floor empties, I leave the shoes behind Take the long way home, counting headlights on the bridge

Verse 1

The Polaroid shows a gravel road The Polaroid shows a gravel road Now they’re dust beneath the same black clouds it showed

Chorus

Oh, Mom and Dad weren’t always late-night stairs Oh, Mom and Dad weren’t always late-night stairs I swore I’d ask them everything before they’d disappear

Verse 2

Your AM radio still plays that summer tune Your AM radio still plays that summer tune Summers meant three jobs not one beneath the moon

Bridge

The couch still smells like Cheetos and their soap The couch still smells like Cheetos and their soap You’re thirty years old, can’t blame them for the mop

Outro

So pour the coffee black, let it sit and steam So pour the coffee black, let it sit and steam Today they’re just my folks again, not ghosts of seventeen

Verse 1

I'm sittin' here with my coffee, got my suitcase by my side I'm sittin' here with my coffee, wonderin' why I gotta leave tonight The airport's hummin' like a machine, but my heart's stuck in the town I love

Chorus

Oh, the hour's tickin' down, and I'm feelin' like a fool For leavin' all that's familiar, and all that's cool

Verse 2

Memories of laughter, of nights that never ended, they linger on my mind Memories of laughter, of nights that never ended, and the friends I left behind The flight attendants are preparin' for takeoff, but my soul's still on the ground

Bridge

Maybe someday I'll find my way back to this place Where love and joy, they filled up all the space But for now, I'll just strum this melancholy tune

Outro

My boarding group is callin', it's time for me to rise I'll take one last look at the life I'm leavin' behind, and close my eyes The engines are revvin', and I'm ready to depart I'll find my seat, and hope that someday I'll find my way back to your heart

Verse 1

The ticket stub from last year’s fair still tucked in the lining The ticket stub from last year’s fair still tucked in the lining I can smell the sugar and the summer right down to the dime

Chorus

Oh what a fine night that was before the wind changed Funny how the coat forgets the warmth stays behind Oh what a fine night that was before the wind changed Funny how the coat forgets the warmth stays behind

Verse 2

Found twenty-three cents tucked where the lining was torn Found twenty-three cents tucked where the lining was torn Enough for tomorrow’s coffee, maybe a paper torn

Bridge

The ticket’s got a coffee stain now The ticket’s got a coffee stain now Next year I’ll check the ticket pocket first before I go

Outro

I’ll leave the dime where it sits just to keep the weight even I’ll leave the dime where it sits just to keep the weight even

Verse 1

My coffee cup still sits half-full by the sink at dawn My coffee cup still sits half-full by the sink at dawn But the milk’s sour now and I’ve moved on

Chorus

So I flip off the kitchen light, let it burn itself out So I flip off the kitchen light, let it burn itself out Another thing we’ll never talk about So I flip off the kitchen light, let it burn itself out So I flip off the kitchen light, let it burn itself out Another thing we’ll never talk about

Verse 2

Your Sunday shirts still hang on the line when the wind blows Your Sunday shirts still hang on the line when the wind blows But the posts are leaning and so am I, I suppose

Bridge

Three voicemails left without a trace of a pulse Three voicemails left without a trace of a pulse I’m learning volume doesn’t hold a candle to results

Outro

So I flip off the kitchen light, let it burn itself out Go to bed alone and don’t look back about Another thing we’ll never talk about

Verse 1

Six-thirty starts the register, the fluorescent hum Six-thirty hums the same old song I’m stocking soup cans where the dented ones used to come

Chorus

So small the hours stacked like unpaid bills The AC wheezes like my old man’s lungs out back Yet the register’s got its memory, still remembers how we used to laugh So small the hours stacked like unpaid bills The AC wheezes like my old man’s lungs out back Yet the register’s got its memory, still remembers how we used to laugh

Verse 2

Mid-July and everything’s sunburnt gold Mid-July but the clock won’t move I’m signing for a box of frostbite Popsicles sold

Bridge

One carton broke in shipment—manager’s call One carton says a lot about the rest of it Still owe rent, but my manager’s six feet tall

Outro

Six-thirty starts the register, the fluorescent hum I tally up the beet-stain tags I should’ve tossed last sum And sign the receipt where it says clerk on third shift—done

Verse 1

Faded streetlamp paints the crosswalk white Faded streetlamp paints the crosswalk white Funny how ghosts don’t cast a shadow when you turn on the right

Chorus

Oh, the parking lot’s still just a gravel ocean Windows lit but nobody’s home I’m just a headlight beam you can’t outrun Even when your shoes are tied and your homework’s done Oh, the parking lot’s still just a gravel ocean Windows lit but nobody’s home I’m just a headlight beam you can’t outrun Even when your shoes are tied and your homework’s done

Verse 2

Yellow jackets buzz the concession stand Yellow jackets buzz the concession stand Sound like an old record skipping on the last call of a small town band

Bridge

Teacher’s lounge coffee smells like yesterday Teacher’s lounge coffee smells like yesterday But the custodian’s mop’s in the same exact place it’s always been to stay

Outro

Headlights catch a spark in the guardrail chrome Headlights catch a spark in the guardrail chrome I roll the window down and let the warm night wash me home

Verse 1

Muddy paw prints on the kitchen tile again Muddy paw prints on the kitchen tile again A gray muzzle dipped to the empty food bin

Chorus

Oh the old dog waited by the window seat Counted every car down Willow Street Old dog waited while the years rolled by Then collapsed when I walked through the door to say goodbye Oh the old dog waited by the window seat Listened for the click of my key in the street Old dog waited while the years rolled by Then let out a breath he’d been holding since I said goodbye

Verse 2

Whiskey bottles stacked up on the shelf to dry Whiskey bottles stacked up on the shelf to dry Dust settled thick where his bone used to lie

Bridge

Beat-up leash still hung on the nail by the door Coppertone stain on the couch by the floor Framed the vet bill last month for forty-four Old dog knew exactly what I came for

Outro

Rain started falling soft against the pane Rain started falling soft against the pane Old dog slept through the sun coming back again

Verse 1

I woke up to the smell of last night's smoke I woke up to the smell of last night's smoke Now the morning light is creeping through the broke blinds on my floor

Chorus

Oh, the year is ending, like a bad, bad friend Oh, the year is ending, like a bad, bad friend

Verse 2

I remember summer nights, we'd drive with the windows down I remember summer nights, we'd drive with the windows down But now the winter's here, and all our love's turned to a frown We said forever, but forever's come and gone We said forever, but forever's come and gone Now I'm left to face, the emptiness that's moved in, and made itself at home

Bridge

I'm left to wonder, where did all the time go?

Outro

And as I watch the clock, strike midnight, one last time The year is fading out, and I'm left to re-align.

Verse 1

Handwritten measurements blurred at the edges A voice three states over measuring spoons Three cups for the Southern Baptist kitchen A pinch for the love I can’t keep clean Three cups for the Southern Baptist kitchen A pinch for the love I can’t keep clean

Chorus

You’ve got the recipe wrong, I know you do Salt in the sugar bowl again, will you never learn This one’s supposed to taste like honey Now it stings like the voice you always return You’ve got the recipe wrong, I know you do Salt in the sugar bowl again, will you never learn This one’s supposed to taste like honey Now it stings like the voice you always return

Verse 2

Knocked the flour bag on the floor this morning Spilled slow as the time you take to call Follow my instructions like a holy text Or don’t bother at all Follow my instructions like a holy text Or don’t bother at all

Bridge

I set the timer in this empty kitchen Wait for the buzzer like I’m waiting for you

Outro

Handwritten measurements blurred at the edges A voice three states over leaning in Three cups for the Southern Baptist kitchen A pinch for the love I can’t keep clean

Verse 1

Your coffee cup still sits half-full by the sink That same blue enamel with the tiny chip

Chorus

I drew us a map to bury what we broke But the ink ran wet on the back of my throat

Verse 2

You pointed north where the pines get thin Said the high road cuts the wild rose hill

Bridge

Morning showed your half of the atlas blank Just pencil lines where my hands had cramped

Outro

So I burn the map on the bedroom floor Watch the smoke go somewhere it’s never been before

Verse 1

The coffee pot still hums where she left it on The coffee pot still hums where she left it on Now it's just hot water waiting for the dawn

Chorus

Oh the kitchen's too quiet when the laughter's all gone Too quiet for the jokes we swore would go on But the jokes ran out with the last goodnight Oh the hallway's too empty when the footsteps all fade Too empty for the stories we planned to tell But the stories died with the last goodnight

Verse 2

Her sweater hangs high on the hook by the door Her sweater hangs high on the hook by the door I should move it, but what's the rush anymore?

Bridge

I found her lipstick on the edge of the sink again Found her lipstick on the edge of the sink again Now I cap it tight like I always should've then

Outro

The last laugh lingers in the air of this room Lingers in the air of this room I laugh with it, but it's laughing alone

Verse 1

We swore on a dented bike under the county fair lights We swore on a dented bike under the county fair lights I promised I'd meet you when the world stopped spinning, but the clock kept ticking

Chorus

A promise made at seventeen, inked in the dust of that old road It felt like forever, even when the sunrise caught us in its gold Now the years have thinned the edges, but the words still echo low I hear them in the rust of my truck, in the hum of the highway's flow

Verse 2

You laughed at the jukebox, singing a song we hadn't heard yet You laughed at the jukebox, singing a song we hadn't heard yet When the night grew quiet, I let the silence answer the question we never asked

Bridge

I watched the rain tap the diner window, the same rhythm we promised to keep I watched the rain tap the diner window, the same rhythm we promised to keep Now I’m the one who folds the napkins, folding back the dreams we tried to reap

Outro

Seventeen gave us a map we never used, a line drawn in sand and steel Seventeen gave us a map we never used, a line drawn in sand and steel I walk the old street alone, holding the promise like a fading photograph, resigned but still feeling.

Verse 1

The coupon book stays on the dashboard The coupon book stays on the dashboard I walked off the lot with a full tank of gas

Chorus

Last bus pulled at twelve past nine Last bus pulled at twelve past nine I learned to love the waiting line Last bus pulled at twelve past nine Last bus pulled at twelve past nine I learned to love the waiting line Last bus pulled at twelve past nine Last bus pulled at twelve past nine I learned to love the waiting line

Verse 2

Dad’s old hat still hangs on the peg Dad’s old hat still hangs on the peg I buttoned it up ‘gainst the wind like he’d beg The stars lean low when the city sleeps The stars lean low when the city sleeps I traced the cracks in the sidewalk like old receipts

Bridge

Passed the diner with the checkered floor Passed the diner with the checkered floor Watched a man I thought I knew walk out the door

Outro

Twelve past nine Twelve past nine The bench is cold but it’s mine

Verse 1

I'm sittin' at the kitchen table, countin' my pay I'm sittin' at the kitchen table, countin' my pay But the numbers don't add up to a better day

Chorus

Oh, the money's stacked up high, but it's slippin' away Like sand between my fingers, every single day

Verse 2

My grandmother used to count her tips, right here where I sit My grandmother used to count her tips, right here where I sit Now I'm doin' the same thing, but the joy's worn thin

Bridge

Friday nights, we'd gather 'round, countin' our weekly score Laughin' and jokin', like we'd never be poor

Outro

But now the laughter's faded, and I'm left here alone Countin' my money, wonderin' where it all went wrong

Verse 1

I watched the steel snake bite the curve at 8:47, I watched the steel snake bite the curve at 8:47, Then I lit my cigarette and helped it disappear.

Chorus

One less car on the late-night run, One less ticket punch under the moon, One less seat left empty when the whistle blows. One less car on the late-night run, One less ticket punch under the moon, One less seat left empty when the whistle blows.

Verse 2

The station bench still smells like coffee and regret, The station bench still smells like coffee and regret, So I walk home slow where the streetlights don’t forget.

Bridge

The fog came in like a second thought, The fog came in like a second thought, I ain’t the only one who let an easy step turn to naught.

Outro

Next time the bell rings, I’ll let it sing, Next time the bell rings, I’ll let it sing, But tonight the rails are quiet and the missing feels like a thing.

Verse 1

The bass lures still got my name carved deep The bass lures still got my name carved deep But one more shadow on the wall won’t let me sleep

Chorus

Two hours of Saturday Just me, the junk, and maybe hate Two hours of Saturday I’ll stack it high or leave it lay Two hours of Saturday Just me, the junk, and maybe hate Two hours of Saturday I’ll stack it high or leave it lay

Verse 2

Hot August metal sticks to every finger Hot August metal sticks to every finger Trading rims for coffee cups don’t fix the thing

Bridge

Oil-stain ghosts of bikes that used to fly Oil-stain ghosts of bikes that used to fly Now they just list on cinderblocks and sigh

Outro

Two hours of Saturday Tools won’t talk back, the past won’t stay Two hours of Saturday I’m wiping down the door and walking away

Verse 1

She gave me cash in a paper band She gave me cash in a paper band I shoved it in my pocket, hoped it wouldn’t slip through my hand

Chorus

First paycheque feels like a key First paycheque still don’t set me free Just forty-three-twenty-four and a receipt that won’t set me free First paycheque feels like a key First paycheque still don’t set me free Just forty-three-twenty-four and a receipt that won’t set me free

Verse 2

My boots still scuff the company floor My boots still scuff the company floor I’m learning fast the price of keeping the door

Bridge

No one warned me overtime eats the soul No one warned me a cheque’s just a paper scroll Behind the counter the printer’s got its own rhythm now

Outro

I’ll miss the band when it’s empty I’ll miss the band when it’s empty but I can’t afford to

Verse 1

I never asked his name, but his morning coffee smelled like sunrise. I watched him pour a dark mug on the stoop at half past seven. I watched him pour a dark mug on the stoop at half past seven.

Chorus

The hallway hums with footsteps I never heard, A hallway that holds a laugh I never shared. Your garden’s lilac bloom brushed my window pane, And now the silence feels like a closed book.

Verse 2

Now the porch swing is empty, and the mailbox stays shut. I heard his boots tap the tile on rainy Thursday nights. I heard his boots tap the tile on rainy Thursday nights.

Bridge

I once imagined a chat over a borrowed cup, But the wind through the cracked screen kept me guessing. The keys on the hook still jangle when I pass, A reminder that some doors stay forever ajar.

Outro

I tip my hat to the quiet that lives next door, And walk away with the echo of a story untold.

Verse 1

My coffee mug still leaves its ring on the counter, My coffee mug still leaves its ring on the counter, But tomorrow the new folks won’t know what to make of the stain.

Chorus

I’ll pack the dishes, leave the dishes on the rack, I’ll pack the dishes, leave the dishes on the rack, No one’s coming back to drink what’s left in the shabby plastic black.

Verse 2

The realtor’s sticker peels like yesterday’s sunburn, The realtor’s sticker peels like yesterday’s sunburn, I guess that means I’m the one who’s been in the sun too long.

Bridge

Forgot to vacuum the hallway runner, Forgot to vacuum the hallway runner, So the dog hair’ll ride the new folks’ shoes out the door when they run her.

Outro

My coffee mug still leaves its ring on the counter, My coffee mug still leaves its ring on the counter, But tomorrow the new folks won’t know what to make of the stain.

Verse 1

I still remember Friday nights, you standing by the fence I still remember Friday nights, you standing by the fence You'd tell me I had heart, even when my plays made no sense

Chorus

You were the one who saw me through, when I thought I'd never make the team You were the one who pushed me hard, and made my dreams a little more extreme

Verse 2

We'd run drills till the streetlights came on, till my legs felt like lead We'd run drills till the streetlights came on, till my legs felt like lead Now I'm sitting on my couch, wondering where my fire went, and why I'm not the one who's still out on the field

Bridge

I know I didn't become the player you thought I'd be But the way you looked at me, like I was something to see That's what I'm holding onto, now that I'm done

Outro

I'll always look back on those nights, and wonder what could've been The smell of cut grass, the sound of your voice, still echoing within But life took me elsewhere, and now I'm just a face in the crowd And you're still out there, coaching kids, who'll never know what you did for me, and how you made me proud.

Verse 1

That old rotary phone still has the light on That old rotary phone still has the light on I know they won’t pick up, not this time of dawn

Chorus

I’m dialing the past with a shaky finger The line’s still warm but the voice is colder I hang up soft—no use in ringing longer

Verse 2

Their machine beeps once like a tired sigh Their machine beeps once like a tired sigh I leave a joke and a whispered goodbye

Bridge

Three rings, then silence like a borrowed coat Three rings, then silence like a borrowed coat I swear I hear them whisper, I don’t know what to do with hope

Outro

That old rotary phone still has the light on I swear I hear them whisper, I don’t know what to do with hope

Verse 1

The creek bed’s bones were warm that year The creek bed’s bones were warm that year Before the silt grew slow and clear

Chorus

Oh the water held us like a prayer Held us like a prayer Now the water’s just something we repair Oh the water held us like a prayer Held us like a prayer Now the water’s just something we repair

Verse 2

Mama’s apron hung on the willow limb Mama’s apron hung on the willow limb We waded through the light so dim

Bridge

Hands still remember the silt song Hands still remember the silt song But the current’s moved on

Outro

The creek bed’s bones are cold again The creek bed’s bones are cold again We don’t swim in the same creek, my friend