Leave the porch light burning
though you said you wouldn't come.
There's coffee in the kitchen,
still two mugs, not just one.
The coat still holds a closet space I haven't given back.
Like keeping one foot in the doorway
of everything we had.
Cause you still have the spare key tucked away somewhere safe.
And I'm still here believing
in the sound of grace.
One turn of the lock, love,
that's all it would take.
To let forgiveness
in through the door I keep away.
Don't know what I'm holding,
if it's hope or just the ache.
But I
remember your promise,
some things don't have to break.
Landlord says I should change it, get a
new set maybe.
But I want you to have the option if you ever lose your way.
Cause you
still have the spare key tucked away somewhere safe.
And I'm still here believing in the
sound of grace.
One turn of the lock, love,
that's all it would take.
To let forgiveness
in through the door I keep away.
Maybe I'm a fool for waiting,
maybe you threw it in
the drawer.
But I'd rather be the kind of fool who leaves open the door.
So the light stays burning and my heart stays yours to claim.
I'm not going anywhere,
I'll
be here just the same.