Track 9 of the album Last Call, Low Light · 2007

The Blue Door on Cardigan Row

“A blue door worn thin by the hands that knock on it. I like a song that feels like being let in.”

jazz ballad · parlour ballad · cosy jazz · 4:04

Lyrics

There's a blue door on Cardigan Row
Paint worn thin from the touch of those
Who knocked in the dark with a trouble to tell
And found a kettle singing, and all was well

She asks no questions, she lights the stove
Sets out a cup like a gift from above
Says sit by the fire, the night is long
And I don't need your reasons, just come along

Knock on the blue door, knock it soft
She'll leave the porch light on aloft
Whatever you carry, set it down
There's tea in the pot and a chair in the town

I came in March with a coat full of rain
A heart held shut like a windowpane
She hummed a tune from long ago
And the ice in my chest began to go

Knock on the blue door, knock it soft
She'll leave the porch light on aloft
Whatever you carry, set it down
There's tea in the pot and a chair in the town

Some houses hold more than their walls can tell
A little warm kindness, a ringing bell
And the ones who've been lost, they find the way
To a blue door glowing at the end of the day

Knock on the blue door, knock it soft
She'll leave the porch light on aloft
Whatever you carry, set it down
There's tea in the pot and a chair in the town

Knock it soft, knock it soft
There's a chair in the town