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I hear the door click down the hall
I hold my breath to hear you call
A metal slide, a turning key
My mind keeps playing tricks on me
I hurry to the wooden door
It swings to show a rain-wet floor
But no one stands, no key, no trace
The wind just hums around the place
The tea has stained a ring on wood
The spoon sits still where you once stood
And I swear I feel you in the air
I catch myself believing you're there
The tea has stained a ring on wood
The spoon sits still where you once stood
And I almost think you're on your way
But a quiet voice says not today
I hurry to the wooden door
It swings to show a rain-wet floor
But no one stands, no key, no trace
The wind just hums around the place
The tea has stained a ring on wood
The spoon sits still where you once stood
And I swear I feel you in the air
I catch myself believing you're there
The tea has stained a ring on wood
The spoon sits still where you once stood
And I almost think you're on your way
But a quiet voice says not today
