Lyrics
[Verse 1] You left a blue envelope Inside the library book Page forty-seven, folded twice With no name and no return I took it down the riverside Past bicycles and rain A paper boat beside the reeds Was waiting in the reeds again [Chorus] If this is where the story turns I’ll follow one more sign A silver button, yellow thread A map without a line You don’t have to explain it You don’t have to say goodbye Some roads begin with little things That catch the corner of your eye [Verse 2] The ferryman was whistling A tune he couldn’t place He pointed toward the old clock tower And laughed at my confused face Beneath the broken weather vane I found a wooden key It fit a box beneath the pier With photographs of me [Chorus] If this is where the story turns I’ll follow one more sign A silver button, yellow thread A map without a line You don’t have to explain it You don’t have to say goodbye Some roads begin with little things That catch the corner of your eye [Bridge] One photograph was upside down One showed an empty chair On the back, in careful handwriting: “Leave room for someone there.” [Final Chorus] So this is where the story turns I’ll leave the door unlatched For whoever sent the envelope And whoever finds it next You don’t have to explain it You don’t have to say goodbye Some roads begin with little things That catch the corner of your eye [Outro] The river kept the wooden key The tower kept the rain I closed the book at page forty-seven And walked home changed again
