You left your coat on the kitchen chair
Rain in the collar, cold in the air
The kettle clicked, the clock ran slow
I watched the last bus turn and go
Come on, come on, let the morning in
We’ve got a road and a little bit of skin
Come on, come on, don’t count the cost
Ain’t nothing broken that can’t be lost
Down by the mill, the river runs brown
Old Mr. Hale keeps the shutters down
You said, “Don’t wait for a sign in the sky”
Then took my hand and we gave it a try
Come on, come on, let the morning in
We’ve got a road and a little bit of skin
Come on, come on, don’t count the cost
Ain’t nothing broken that can’t be lost
And if the wheels shake loose
And if the hills turn steep
We’ll take the long way round
There’s time enough to keep
Come on, come on, let the morning in
We’ve got a road and a little bit of skin
Come on, come on, don’t count the cost
Ain’t nothing broken that can’t be lost
You left your coat on the kitchen chair
By noon the room was bright and bare
