

(ahh) Summer dust on the window pane
You laughed with your coat half on
Like leaving was part of the dance
I held the door and a tired grin
You spun my hurt into chance Boots on the floor,
heart in my hand
Moon on the hood of your car
I wanted less, I wanted more
You never stayed very far
Stay a little longer in the blue
Let me make a small song out of you
If you go, I will still leave the light
For the lost and the lucky tonight
Stay a little longer,
moving slow
There is mercy in the things we do not know
Cafe smoke and cinnamon rain
You stole a sip from my cup
Said every saint needs a bad old joke
Just to keep waking up
I teased your crown of easy lies You kissed the air,
not me
Still every road bends back to your name Like vines to a
cypress tree
Maybe love is a crooked road Maybe hope wears black at night
Maybe two sad hearts can sway
Till the morning turns them light Stay a little longer in the
blue Let me make a small song out of you If you
go, I will still leave the light
For the lost and the lucky tonight Stay a little longer,
moving slow
There is mercy in the things we do not know (ooh) (ahh)
Summer dust on the window pane
I smile and let you go