Faded Letters
(hummmm) Boxes stacked beside the kitchen door Dust settling on the wooden floor
A postcard that you wrote from May
Left right where we threw the keys away
We built a home out of borrowed light
Kept every promise into the night
Now all the quiet settles in
Wondering where the years begin
Your sweater hangs behind the coat rack still
Winter leans against the windowsill
I listen to
the ticking on the wall
Learning how to let the evening fall
I don't regret the miles we ran
We did the best two people can
(ahhhh) Even when the road
gave out
We built a home out of borrowed light
Held on as hard as someone might
Now all the quiet settles in
Knowing where the years begin
Knowing where the years begin (hummmm)