You left your coat beside the door,
A little rain still on the sleeve.
I set two cups out like before,
And watch the quiet window breathe.
The hills turn blue, the day lets go,
I have one thing I need you to know.
Under the starlit sky, I call your name,
The wide dark heavens never feel the same.
Though miles of night lie open, deep and wide,
I keep a place for you here by my side.
The old piano holds your tune,
Its wooden keys remember spring.
I find your note beneath the spoon,
And hear the words you couldn’t sing.
I crossed the fields where we once ran,
Past the stone wall and the orchard gate.
I’ve carried every promise that I can,
And I am coming home; I won’t be late.
Under the starlit sky, I call your name,
I hear you from the far side of the rain.
Though miles of night lie open, deep and wide,
I’ve kept a place for you here by my side.
If morning finds us changed somehow,
I’ll know your hand, I’ll know you now.
No grand goodbye, no words to prove,
Just your old chair, and room to move.
Under the starlit sky, I call your name,
I answer, and the years fall into place.
The night grows pale, the first birds lift and fly,
We find our way beneath the starlit sky.
I set two cups out in the dawn.
I’m home; the longest night is gone.
