Текст песни
[Verse 1] You left your red scarf on the kitchen chair A paper grocery list was folded there The kettle clicked, the morning leaned in slow You drew a little sun beside the note [Pre-Chorus] We took the long way past the county fair With summer dust collecting in our hair [Chorus] Come on, take my hand, we’ve got nowhere to be There’s a bluebird tapping time on the old oak tree If the road bends left, let it carry us through I’ll keep finding small good things with you [Verse 2] A harmonica laughed from the porch next door A bicycle rolled across the wooden floor You bought two peaches from a roadside stand And juice ran shining down your wrist and hand [Pre-Chorus] The radio forgot the words again We made up better ones and sang them then [Chorus] Come on, take my hand, we’ve got nowhere to be There’s a bluebird tapping time on the old oak tree If the road bends left, let it carry us through I’ll keep finding small good things with you [Bridge] Years may stack like boxes in the hall Names may fade from photographs and walls But I’ll know you by the way you turn and grin When the first warm breeze comes wandering in [Chorus] Come on, take my hand, we’ve got nowhere to be There’s a bluebird tapping time on the old oak tree If the road bends left, let it carry us through I’ll keep finding small good things with you [Outro] The kettle clicks, the evening settles blue I fold the grocery list and think of you
