Lyric

Morning leans across the kitchen tile

Steam is drawing rings above my cup

Floorboards keep the shape of every step

From the year I almost packed it up

Outside, a hundred voices rise

Calling out for someone I am not

But your hand finds mine across the quilt

And the noise forgets to talk

I kept looking for a farther shore

It was already by my door

Right here

In the sweater on the chair

In the kettle's quiet hiss

In the way you touch my hair

Right here

In the light along the wall

In the cup beside the stove

In the love that brought me home

Someone's laughing in the other room

A laugh I've known for half my life

Down the street the bakery opens warm

To the soft blue morning light

Nothing famous, nothing rare

Just the soup, the steam, the spoon

But the air in here feels honest

Like a room that knows me too

I was building cities in my head

While the kettle on the stove stayed warm

Right here

In the blue before the lamp

In the chair pulled close to mine

In your hand around my hand

The day can stay loud

The world can go its way

Your tired eyes, the lamplit floor

Your hand inside my hand

That is enough for me

Right here

In the quilt across our knees

In the bread upon the plate

In the window warm with rain

Right here

I was running toward a light

It was falling through the blinds

On our quiet, ordinary nights

It was here, all along