Dog-Eared Grace

[Intro]
[Verse]
Flip the sign and turn the lock
Watch the hands upon the clock
Dusty shelves and heavy air
Like a secret we both share
Found the book you left behind
Slipped right out of space and mind
[Pre-Chorus]
I pour a little bourbon neat
And listen to the empty street
Your name is on a yellow slip
A momentary, gentle grip
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a dog-eared kind of grace
In this quiet, dusty place
You were just a passing breeze
Like Mary’s wild geese
Some goodbyes stay warm and true
Longer than the things we do
[Post-Chorus]
Just a gift, just a light
In the middle of the night
Just a gift, just a light
Everything is feeling right
[Verse]
Bourbon ice begins to melt
Thinking 'bout the way it felt
Just a traveler passing through
Looking for a point of view
You asked for poetry and light
Then vanished in the velvet night
[Interlude]
[Verse]
You were standing by the door
Asking what the words were for
Now the ink is dry and cold
But the story’s never old
I see the mark on page fourteen
The softest thumbprint ever seen
[Solo]
[Bridge]
Not a sting, not a sigh
Just a soft and slow goodbye
The flugelhorn begins to play
As the shadows drift away
Smallest gifts are often best
Put the heavy heart to rest
[Hook]
Let it go, let it be
Wild and beautiful and free
Let it go, let it be
You are still a part of me
[Verse]
You didn't stay to see the end
Or call yourself a lover or a friend
But the air feels different now
I can’t explain exactly how
The hold bin keeps a piece of you
Among the titles, old and new
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a dog-eared kind of grace
In this quiet, dusty place
You were just a passing breeze
Like Mary’s wild geese
Some goodbyes stay warm and true
Longer than the things we do
[Post-Chorus]
Just a gift, just a light
In the middle of the night
Just a gift, just a light
Everything is feeling right
[Breakdown]
No more customers to greet
Just the rhythm and the beat
Of a heart that’s learned to stay
While the others walk away
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a dog-eared kind of grace
In this quiet, dusty place
You were just a passing breeze
Like Mary’s wild geese
Some goodbyes stay warm and true
Longer than the things we do
[Outro]