Ticket in a Book

I found the concert

ticket stub today

Tucked inside the book I threw away

Page ninety-four,

we never got that far

Just like the promises we whispered in your car

And now the ink

is fading on the date

Like we just ran out of time,

or left it all to fate

But I still hold the pages tight

Underneath the kitchen light Remembering the way you looked at me

Before we became a memory (oh-oh-oh)

The bookmark is

a shadow on the spine

A silent witness to your hand in mine

Some chapters end

before they even start

Leaving half-told stories written on the heart

Still in page

ninety-four (mmm)

I don't read that book anymore