Fading Light Memories

I found your name in the sleeve of an old coat

A little warmth from a year I almost know (ooh)

The hallway kept the color of late September

Your jacket on the chair,

the rain on the glass

I was younger than the stories I remember

Still waiting for the train

that never passed If I close my eyes,

I can

almost hear us

Not as we were,

but as we tried to be

A map of folded roads left on the table

A small blue mark where hope came back to me

Sooner than the morning finds the

window

Sooner than the winter leaves the

road

I will meet you where the river turns gold

Holding on,

holding on

If the past is a room with the door left open Let

the light walk in on its own

I am almost ready for tomorrow Holding on,

holding on

The photographs are fading at the edges

But every face is kinder in the blur

I used to think goodbye was where it ended

Now it feels like learning how to turn

There are streets I will not walk the same way

There are songs I cannot leave behind

Still the sky keeps changing above me

And I am changing with it,

line by line

Sooner than the morning finds the window

Sooner than the winter leaves the road

I will meet you where the river turns gold

Holding on,

holding on If the past is a room with the door left

open Let the light walk in on its own

I am almost ready for

tomorrow Holding on, holding on Holding on,

holding

on I

am almost ready for tomorrow (ooh) Let the light walk in on

its own