The Mortarboard Is on the Windowsill

Lyrics

The gown is on a hanger by the door
The photographs are drying on the sill
My mother cried a little in the car
My brother pretended that he didn't, still

There's a cap with a tassel on the radiator
It's the quietest the flat has ever been
Four years of borrowed notes and midnight toast
And now it's all just folded, soft and clean

Sing it low, sing it slow, the day is done
Everything I wanted, I've begun
The mortarboard is on the windowsill
Catching the last of the evening sun
Whatever comes tomorrow, let it come
I'm home tonight, and I have won

A friend sent me a message from the train
Two words, thank you, and a little star
We said we'd stay in touch, and maybe we will
But the closeness of this year won't go far

So here's to the stairwell where we learned the chords
And the library lights we left on late
Here's to the ones who never got the credit
For holding up our hearts while we waited

Sing it low, sing it slow, the day is done
Everything I wanted, I've begun
The mortarboard is on the windowsill
Catching the last of the evening sun
Whatever comes tomorrow, let it come
I'm home tonight, and I have won

Let it come, let it come
I'm home tonight