MUSIC FOR SALE

Morning light catches on a half taped box
Coffee cooling on the counter nearby
Folding shirts, stacking what I don't need
A few things stay behind, not mine to keep

Some things don't make it in the box
Some things stay right where they are
I don't question what I'm leaving behind
I leave them right where they belong

Every night quiet dinners with nothing much to say
Pick up the remote, watch whatever's on TV
Same routine, every night it's always the same
If I stayed one more day, nothing would change

Every night feels like the last
If I stay here nothing changes
We don't talk much anymore
We let the TV talk instead

She went to her parents, to stay for one night
I sat on the couch, not a word, not a sound
For the first time in years the silence felt right
That's when I knew it was time to go

I knew it was time to go
I knew it was time to go

I knew it was time to go
I finally knew it was time to go