Lyric

You left your coffee by the window

A blue cup cooling in the rain

I read the note beside the saucer

Three careful words, then your name

I took the long way past the corner

Where we used to miss the train

The bakery was pulling shutters

Still smelled like cinnamon and flame

I don't need a perfect answer

I just need the door unlocked

If you hear me, turn the handle

Meet me somewhere past the clock

Come back with your hands wide open

Come back before the morning starts

I kept a place beside the table

I kept the rhythm of your heart

No more turning small and silent

No more leaving words half-done

Come back with your hands wide open

We can make a different one

Your jacket's hanging by the hallway

The pocket holds a faded receipt

Two tickets from a Sunday matinee

And a number missing one digit

I found the photograph in winter

Underneath the folded sheets

You were laughing at the wrong moment

That was always you to me

I don't need a perfect answer

I just need the door unlocked

If you hear me, turn the handle

Meet me somewhere past the clock

Come back with your hands wide open

Come back before the morning starts

I kept a place beside the table

I kept the rhythm of your heart

No more turning small and silent

No more leaving words half-done

Come back with your hands wide open

We can make a different one

If the old road bends, we'll take it slowly

If the truth hurts, let it be known

I would rather face the honest distance

Than keep talking to an empty phone

Come back with your hands wide open

Come back before the morning starts

I kept a place beside the table

I kept the rhythm of your heart

No more turning small and silent

No more leaving words half-done

Come back with your hands wide open

We can make a different one

Leave the porch light on, leave the porch light on

I will be here when the night is gone