Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your blue scarf hangs beside the door Still holding rain from yesterday I fold the letters on the floor Then put them back the same old way [Pre-Chorus] The kettle cools, the room grows wide I leave one chair turned toward the hall Somewhere beyond the county line You may remember me at all [Chorus] If distance has a language, let it speak your name Across the fields and winter roads, across the windowpane I keep a little room for you, though everything has changed And when the morning finds me here, I’ll love you just the same [Verse 2] Your photograph beneath the glass Has caught a crease across your eyes I trace the year we couldn’t last And hear the train go through the pines [Pre-Chorus] The garden leans toward broken wire A sparrow drinks beside the stone I warm my hands above the fire And practice making peace alone [Chorus] If distance has a language, let it speak your name Across the fields and winter roads, across the windowpane I keep a little room for you, though everything has changed And when the morning finds me here, I’ll love you just the same [Bridge] Maybe the road will turn us back Maybe the thaw will clear the gate Until then, I’ll leave the porch light low Not as a promise—just to wait [Chorus] If distance has a language, let it speak your name Across the fields and winter roads, across the windowpane I keep a little room for you, though everything has changed And when the morning finds me here, I’ll love you just the same [Outro] Your blue scarf hangs beside the door The house is quiet, but not empty anymore
