Track 2 of the album Weather Diaries · 2015
Boxes in the Hallway
“A bare floor and a key that no longer fits. I sang it once through and kept the take.”
art song · art song · piano ballad · 3:43
Lyrics
The key still feels like someone else's key The floor is bare, the echo answers me A kettle and a lamp, a borrowed chair Boxes in the hallway, stacked up there Outside a tram bell rings a different tune The window shows me one unfamiliar moon I trace the name of home upon the glass And watch the strangers' evening slowly pass Oh, the first night is the longest night Before the walls have learned my name But somewhere in the quiet, a small light Is waiting to be claimed Boxes in the hallway, here I stay Tomorrow I will find the way I peel the tape from one marked "Kitchen things" A cup I know, and suddenly it sings The room remembers how a room can feel When something dear is set down, warm and real Not yet a home, but not a empty shell Somewhere between goodbye and all is well I breathe in slow, I let the silence be It's holding space for who I'm yet to be Oh, the first night is the longest night Before the walls have learned my name But somewhere in the quiet, a small light Is waiting to be claimed Boxes in the hallway, here I stay Tomorrow I will find the way Tomorrow I will find the way