Lyric

Leave the dial where it is

Don’t turn the night away

There’s a song in the kitchen

Keeping time while you’re late

Your coat hook waits empty

Your cup stays by the sink

I’m not asking for reasons

Just one more sound to keep

I won’t call your name too loud

I won’t make the hallway ache

I’ll let the music hold the room

For however long you take

Keep the Station On

Let it play low

Till you find the door

Not to pull you back

Just to leave you more

The song can stay

Where words would fall

A little sound

Against the wall

The lamps are almost sleeping

The floorboards know the hour

I folded up the blanket

Then left it on the chair

There’s nothing here to prove now

No speech I need to make

Just a melody still moving

Through the space you used to take

I won’t turn the silence hard

I won’t lock the evening tight

I’ll let the record of us breathe

In the corner of the night

Let the station play

Low across the floor

If you pass the window

You can hear once more

No promise waits

No heavy call

Just a small sound

Against the wall

Maybe you come in softly

Maybe you pass by

Maybe this is only music

For a room that won’t ask why

But if it meets you from the street

If it finds you where you are

Let the chorus be the handle

Let the bassline be the car