The story behind this song
The key still turns the way it always did, but nobody calls out come on in, kid. Both coats are on the hooks by the door — his brown one, her blue one. The furnace clicks the way it did when you were eight. There's still a grocery list on the fridge in her handwriting: milk, stamps, call the kids.
You box up the rooms slowly, the way you do when you're the last one left to lock up. For the grown child nobody warned would get orphaned too — carrying out a childhood that was never going to fit in any box.
Lyrics
The key still turns like it always did
But nobody calls out, come on in, kid
But nobody calls out, come on in, kid
Your coats are on the hooks by the door
His brown one, your blue one, like before
The furnace clicks the way it did when I was eight
And I stand in the hallway like I'm hoping someone's late
There's a grocery list still on the fridge
Milk, stamps, and call the kids
His brown one, your blue one, like before
The furnace clicks the way it did when I was eight
And I stand in the hallway like I'm hoping someone's late
There's a grocery list still on the fridge
Milk, stamps, and call the kids
Nobody tells you grown-ups
Get orphaned too
Get orphaned too
The house is quiet now
But I can hear you anyhow
In the stairs that creak on the second step
In every little thing you kept
I'm boxing up the rooms somehow
But I'm carrying you out with me
The house is quiet now
But I can hear you anyhow
In the stairs that creak on the second step
In every little thing you kept
I'm boxing up the rooms somehow
But I'm carrying you out with me
The house is quiet now
Dad's chair still leans toward the window light
Your reading glasses folded where you said goodnight
The basement smells like cedar and his pipe
I find your Christmas labels, every name retyped
I always thought this hallway was so tall
Now my shoulders nearly brush the wall
Your reading glasses folded where you said goodnight
The basement smells like cedar and his pipe
I find your Christmas labels, every name retyped
I always thought this hallway was so tall
Now my shoulders nearly brush the wall
Nobody tells you grown-ups
Get orphaned too
Get orphaned too
The house is quiet now
But I can hear you anyhow
In the stairs that creak on the second step
In every little thing you kept
I'm boxing up the rooms somehow
But I'm carrying you out with me
The house is quiet now
But I can hear you anyhow
In the stairs that creak on the second step
In every little thing you kept
I'm boxing up the rooms somehow
But I'm carrying you out with me
The house is quiet now
Someday some other family's kids
Will pencil heights on that kitchen wall
And never know whose laughter soaked the floors
But I'll know — I'll carry it all
The two of you come with me out that door
Will pencil heights on that kitchen wall
And never know whose laughter soaked the floors
But I'll know — I'll carry it all
The two of you come with me out that door
The house is quiet now
But I can hear you anyhow
In the stairs that creak on the second step
In every little thing you kept
I'm locking up the rooms for now
But I'm carrying you out with me
The house is quiet now
But I can hear you anyhow
In the stairs that creak on the second step
In every little thing you kept
I'm locking up the rooms for now
But I'm carrying you out with me
The house is quiet now
One last look down the hall
You built me here
That's the part that doesn't sell at all
You built me here
That's the part that doesn't sell at all
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