Postcards in the Rain

The summer cracked like vinyl in the shade

We laughed beneath the maples we had made

Your jacket on the back of my old chair

Still holds the shape of you when you were there

And every photograph turns soft and gold

I hear your name in the screen door's sigh

In the blue dusk hanging low and high

I kept the songs we sang by heart

Like little flames that never part

Oh, we were young in the light of the porch

Fading like sparks from a paper torch

If I close my eyes, you're a room I know

Warm as the rain and slow to go

A quiet glow I carry home

Now the town rolls by in a passing train

Brick by brick and rain by rain

I still trace our route through grocery aisles

Find your shadow in the old street tiles

And the world still tilts when the moon comes up

I hear your name in the screen door's sigh

In the blue dusk hanging low and high

I kept the songs we sang by heart

Like little flames that never part

Oh, we were young in the light of the porch

Fading like sparks from a paper torch

If I close my eyes, you're a room I know

Warm as the rain and slow to go

A quiet glow I carry home

If time is a river, let it run

I won't blame the dusk for what it's done

I just wanted one more summer's spark

One more hand in the cooling dark

One more "stay" before the night

Oh, we were young in the light of the porch

Fading like sparks from a paper torch

If I close my eyes, you're a room I know

Warm as the rain and slow to go

A quiet glow I carry homeSo I'll leave the lamp on in my room

For the tender ghost of what we knew

Till the morning learns my name anew