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[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] You kept the matchbook from the closed-down theater Pressed flat beneath the records in your drawer One side says, “Tonight, the seats are numbered” The other says, “Don’t wait outside the door” I found your handwriting on the margin A crooked arrow pointing past the plot You wrote, “The honest part begins much later” Then left before the final curtain dropped [Pre-Chorus] Now every little sign has changed its meaning Every locked gate leaves a different way I’m learning not to chase the disappearing I’m learning what a choice can make [Chorus] Leave the light on in the signal tower Not for me to follow, just to know Somewhere past the edge of all this noise There’s a place where honest answers grow If you call, I won’t ask where you’ve been hiding If you stay, I won’t ask you to explain We can let the old map lose its borders And draw a better route across the page [Verse 2] There’s a violinist under the overpass Playing one blue note until it turns gold Strangers slow down, then keep on moving Nobody owns what they were brave enough to hold I put my name beside the blank admission No photograph, no promise, no disguise Just a room with all the doors unpainted And a chair pulled back beneath the light [Pre-Chorus] Now every little sign has changed its meaning Every locked gate leaves a different way I’m learning not to chase the disappearing I’m learning what a choice can make [Chorus] Leave the light on in the signal tower Not for me to follow, just to know Somewhere past the edge of all this noise There’s a place where honest answers grow If you call, I won’t ask where you’ve been hiding If you stay, I won’t ask you to explain We can let the old map lose its borders And draw a better route across the page [Bridge] Maybe we were never meant for keeping Maybe we were meant to pass through fire Trade the costume for the face beneath it Trade the fear for something we desire [Falsetto] I can feel the distance opening I can feel the air begin to change [Final Chorus] Leave the light on in the signal tower Not for me to follow, just to know Somewhere past the edge of all this noise There’s a place where honest answers grow If you call, I won’t ask where you’ve been hiding If you stay, I won’t ask you to explain We can let the old map lose its borders And draw a better route across the page [Outro] Draw a better route across the page Let the old map fade away
