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[Verse 1] You left a paper map beside the window Folded where the morning found the floor A blue line bent around a little harbor A place we had not spoken of before I traced the road with one unsteady finger Past fields that leaned beneath the April sun You said, “The world is wider than our worry” And packed the small green bag you always loved [Chorus] Take me where the quiet roads are turning Where the old trees bow above the lane If we lose the path, we’ll keep returning To the open door, the summer rain [Verse 2] In a village square, a tailor measured Lengths of yellow cloth against the wall Children sent a bright red kite upward While a patient dog slept through it all You found a postcard tucked beneath a window Picture of a train beside the sea On the back, a stranger wrote a sentence: “Save a little room for what will be.” [Chorus] Take me where the quiet roads are turning Where the old trees bow above the lane If we lose the path, we’ll keep returning To the open door, the summer rain [Bridge] Somewhere past the hills, the rails are singing Somewhere we are young enough to change You and I, with all the time before us Learning how to welcome something strange [Chorus] Take me where the quiet roads are turning Where the old trees bow above the lane If we lose the path, we’ll keep returning To the open door, the summer rain [Outro] Leave the paper map beside the window Let the morning choose another shore When the breeze arrives, we’ll follow softly And come back different than before
