Lyrics
[Verse 1] You came in carrying a map with no names, Said, “i’m headed somewhere, just not sure where.” I was weighing beans, you were weighing your chances, Then you grinned like the answer might be in the air. You asked what i’d do if the rent stopped calling, I said i’d take the long road up the coast. You said, “funny, i’d trade my office for a small boat.” We laughed like we’d both just made a toast. [Pre-Chorus] The line moved on, but we stayed talking, Two strangers letting the minutes run. You said a dream gets lighter when you say it; I said, “then let’s name a couple, one by one.” [Chorus] There’s a little more room in a cup when it’s shared, A little more sky in the plans that we dare. One small table, two lives changing course, A quick hello with a surprising force. You left with a number, i kept your advice: “Don’t wait till you’re ready to roll the dice.” And i still think of that talk when the morning gets loud— How a cup can bring possibility out. [Verse 2] You wanted to teach kids how to sail by the islands; I wanted to write songs for the late ferry crowd. You drew a crooked compass on the paper sleeve, Said, “north is a feeling, not always a cloud.” I told you i’d been saving up verses in secret, You said, “well, let one of them out in the world.” So i sang you the start of a tune i was hiding; You tapped out the time with a spoon and a swirl. [Pre-Chorus] The noon rush rose like a little parade, But somehow our conversation held its ground. You said, “a good idea needs somebody listening.” I said, “look at us—we’ve already found one.” [Chorus] There’s a little more room in a cup when it’s shared, A little more sky in the plans that we dare. One small table, two lives changing course, A quick hello with a surprising force. You left with a number, i kept your advice: “Don’t wait till you’re ready to roll the dice.” And i still think of that talk when the morning gets loud— How a cup can bring possibility out. [Bridge] A month later, a postcard came, Blue water, your boat, and a grin in the frame. You wrote, “first lesson went better than planned. Tell that song of yours to get out of your hands.” So i played it that friday, right there by the till; The whole place went quiet, then cheered fit to fill Every corner with laughter and one bright refrain— A stranger’s brave question still riding the train. [Final chorus] There’s a little more room in a cup when it’s shared, A little more sky in the plans that we dare. One small table, two lives changing course, A quick hello with a surprising force. You found your horizon, i gave my song flight, And the café still hums with that afternoon light. When a stranger says, “what if?” i don’t turn away— There’s a whole new direction in what people say. [Outro] So i pour, and i listen, and i let the day start; Some cups go to the hands, some go straight to the heart.
