The story behind this song
The dress is hanging on the bedroom door she used to slam. There's a suitcase where the pillow forts began. Downstairs the kettle's going like every morning of her life, Mom keeping busy and brave, Dad pacing with a speech he's had since yesterday. In a few hours this address becomes a place she visits.
The pencil marks on the wall, the creaky stair nobody ever fixed, the dinners and curfews and catch-me-when-I-fall. Every room in here heard them loving her. For the parents about to come home to a new kind of quiet — told, while there's still one breakfast left, that she's taking all of it with her.
Lyrics
One last morning as your kid up here
There's a suitcase where my pillow forts began
Mom, I hear you in the kitchen, keeping busy, keeping brave
Dad's been pacing with his speech since yesterday
Let me stand in this hallway a while
The dinners and the curfews and the catch-me-when-I-fall
Every wall in here has heard you loving me
So before I leave this house
Know I'm taking it with me
You said the house should keep a record of your kids
You taught me how to love inside these rooms
The way you two still laugh — I'm bringing that home too
Let me thank you for the unglamorous things
The dinners and the curfews and the catch-me-when-I-fall
Every wall in here has heard you loving me
So before I leave this house
Know I'm taking it with me
Leave my door open — I'm still coming back to you
Just with one more person who loves you
The dinners and the curfews and the catch-me-when-I-fall
Every wall in here has heard you loving me
So before I leave this house
Know I'm taking it with me
One last breakfast as your kid in this house
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