Lyric

Bread in the left bag

Tea in the right

One little orange

Rolling toward the light

Soap in its paper

Flowers gone soft

I Came Back With Most of It

But not enough

I did not buy the quiet

I did not buy the call

I did not buy the feeling

Of being wanted at all

I did not write it down

So it did not cost much

I Came Back With Most of It

But not enough

Put it away

Put it away

Cold things cold

Dry things safe

Put it away

Put it away

My hands know where

My heart won’t stay

The list looked finished

The table looked kind

A small clean evening

With one missing line

I checked all the corners

I checked every bag

Nothing was broken

Nothing came back

I brought home dinner

I brought home light

I brought home something

To make morning feel right

I brought home color

I brought home bread

I left one small wanting

Somewhere unsaid

I Came Back With Most of It

Most of it

A nearly full life

In a nearly full room

I Came Back With Most of It

Most of it

But the missing part

Knew my name too

Do not look for me

Under the fruit

Do not look for me

Beside the soup

I was not in the store

I was not on the shelf

I was the thing

You would not ask yourself

Put it away

Put it away

Clean things clean

Sad things brave

Put it away

Put it away

Leave one space

Beside your name

I Came Back With Most of It

Most of it

A nearly full life

In a nearly full room

I Came Back With Most of It

Most of it

But the missing part

Was asking for you

I Came Back With Most of It

Most of it

I did my best

With the list I knew

I Came Back With Most of It

Most of it

And left the light on

For what comes through

The bags were empty

But something stayed new