

You count me in on seven I miss the one and smile
Your hand is on the table
Mine learns the angle
I keep my coat on,
ready for leaving
You pour the coffee,
slow and uneven
Every small silence lands with a meaning
We talk in corners,
lean but believing
Nothing is broken, nothing is easy I stay for the turn in
the room
If the floor tilts,
let it We can move without proof I know the shape of
your almost
I can meet you there too
Meet me where the line bends
Not straight, not late,
just ours Seven steps and we are weightless Held up by the
offbeat hours Meet me where the line bends I
know how to turn with
you
You draw a map on the back of a receipt All broken
arrows, no final street I laugh too softly,
you catch the sound
We make a pattern from turning around Call it a detour,
call it the truth I like the way it moves Maybe grace
is not a straight door
Maybe trust has uneven feet
If you pause, I will not rush you
I can wait inside the
beat
Meet me where the line bends
Not straight, not late,
just ours
Seven steps and we are weightless
Held up by the offbeat hours
Meet me where the line bends
I know how to turn with you
Turn with you Seven steps,
still steady No straight road,
no need Turn with me