Track 2 of the album The Lantern Man Keeps the Last Stall Lit · 2026
Coats Off at the Bus Stop
“The morning came in softer than it has been, and I wrote that down before it changed its mind. A little gold in every bar.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · pastoral · 3:31
Lyrics
The morning came in softer than it's been A thread of gold across the window frame I left my scarf behind, and did not mind The street was warm, and no one was the same The woman at the stop has loosened up She tips her face towards the open sky The baker props the door and sets a cup Of tea out on the step for passers-by Coats off at the bus stop, coats off First warm day, the whole town breathes Sleeves rolled up and faces lifted Sunshine on the budding leaves Coats off at the bus stop, coats off Winter's finally on its way We stand in line and smile at strangers On the first warm day A boy rides by with no hands on the bars The pigeons strut like they've been paid to dance There's blossom on the pavement like small stars And everyone is giving winter's ghost a glance It won't last, the forecast says Tomorrow wears its grey again But today we'll take what we are given Warm light, and nothing else to mend Coats off at the bus stop, coats off First warm day, the whole town breathes Sleeves rolled up and faces lifted Sunshine on the budding leaves Coats off at the bus stop, coats off Winter's finally on its way We stand in line and smile at strangers On the first warm day On the first warm day The first warm day