#138 ON THE WAY TO
#138 ON THE WAY TO
(Americana)
(DEMO)
(Full Arrangement)
Our den -- muted screen is showing news,
Your chair's vacant -- I'm alone.
Last time I saw you -- in the kitchen
Scowling, scrolling on your phone.
Try a smile, makes my face ache,
Empty rooms -- the daily view.
On the way to lonely,
I stumble onto blue.
Orange Post-It -- it says "At Janet's."
On the breakfast table by my plate.
To avoid your eye-rolls over coffee,
I take the safer option -- just sleep late.
Tell myself just a stage, will get better,
But loving moments, far and few.
On the way to lying,
I stumble onto true.
Nighttime bathroom mirror, sunken stare,
Tight breath, clenched jaw -- heart starts to race.
Shake my head, breathe out -- tap the counter twice,
To the attic -- look for a suitcase.
My right hand on the doorknob,
Your crying eyes -- emerald hue.
On the way to leaving,
I stumble onto you.
On my way to leaving,
I stumble onto you.