Quiet Pages
Lyricist：Beckett Wyn
Composer：Beckett Wyn
Producer：Beckett Wyn
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
Paint on the hardware sign
Flaked off like this thinning hair
Same old coffee at the diner
Same three guys in the same booth chair
Kids all gone to bigger places
Their boxes stacked in the back of my mind
I mow the yard
Kill the engine
Let the crickets fill in the lines
There is a little bit of later
Left in this day
Sun going down
In that soft orange way
I am not chasing some lost
Runaway time
Just standing in the glow
Where the porch light fades
And it still feels fine
Found that jacket from my twenties
Smelled like smoke and gasoline
Ticket stubs in the pocket
From a life I only half believed
I thought by now I would be certain
About what matters
What to leave behind
But it is grocery lists and mortgage notes
And your hand tangled up in mine
There is a little bit of later
Left in this day
Sun going down
In that soft orange way
I am not chasing some lost
Runaway time
Just standing in the glow
Where the porch light fades
And it still feels fine
Some dreams turned to rust
Some just turned around
Yet here you are on this old front step
Bare feet on the painted ground
If this is all the story
That I get to write tonight
I can live with quiet pages
And this slow
Forgiving light
There is a little bit of later
Left in this day
Sun going down
In that soft orange way
I am not chasing some lost
Runaway time
Just standing in the glow
Where the porch light fades
And it still feels fine
Yeah it still feels fine
