Let The Morning Wait

LET THE MORNING WAIT
(A Reworking Of An Original Track, "Thumb Ballad", by Silvio Vinci)

You set my cup beside your own,
And pulled a chair out from the wall.
I’d planned a speech the whole way home;
You didn’t need the words at all.
The kettle clicked, the room grew still,
I turned my cup between my hands.
I’d come to tell you why I’d left;
You asked me how long I could stay.
I couldn’t give you back the years,
Or take back all I’d said before.
I only knew I’d put my bag
On this side of the kitchen door.

Let the morning wait a while,
Let the tea go cold again.
We got good at saying goodbye;
Could we learn to stay instead?
Pull your chair a little closer,
Let the morning wait.
Pull your chair a little closer,
Let the morning wait.

You cleared a drawer beside the bed,
I laid my folded shirts inside.
The handle came off in my hand;
We laughed until we almost cried.

Let the morning wait a while,
Let the tea go cold again.
We got good at saying goodbye;
Could we learn to stay instead?
Pull your chair a little closer,
Let the morning wait.
Pull your chair a little closer,
Let the morning wait.

Let the morning wait a while,
Let the tea go cold again.
We got good at saying goodbye;
Now let’s learn to stay instead.
Pull your chair a little closer,
Let the morning wait.
Pull your chair a little closer,
Let the morning wait.

Your cup was cold beside my own,
The first light reached the kitchen floor.
I let the early train go by—
And stayed.