The Long Walk Home

Screen door banging in the autumn chill,
A coffee cup cold on the windowsill.
Found an old polaroid slipped behind the floor.
Faded smile standing by an open door.
Still smell yesterday's rain on the street,
Echoes of the promises we couldn't keep.

Driveway's dark.
No headlights show.
Just an empty room where the light went out.

Now it's a long walk home,
Down a dark road all on my own.
Chasing ghosts through yesterday's rain,
Learning how to carry all this quiet pain.
Turn the key. Push through the door.
Ain't nobody waiting on the other side no more.

Traced your silhouette on the hallway wall,
Dust settling heavy where your footsteps used to fall.
Told myself growing up meant letting go,
Guess that's just a lie that the lonely know.
Still hear your laughter when the floorboards creak,
Words get heavy when there's nobody to speak.

Porchlight glare.
Looking for a sign.
Nothing left here but the time I lost.

Now it's a long walk home,
Down a dark road all on my own.
Chasing ghosts through yesterday's rain,
Learning how to carry all this quiet pain.
Turn the key. Push through the door.
Ain't nobody waiting on the other side no more.

They say time heals everything they break,
Don't tell you how long the hurting takes.
Left your keys on the kitchen stand,
A box full of memories slipping through my hands.
Cold night air takes hold.

Yeah, it's a long walk home,
Down this dark road all on my own.
Chasing ghosts through yesterday's rain,
Carrying the weight of this quiet pain.
Turn the key. Push through the door.
Ain't nobody waiting.
Ain't nobody waiting on the other side no more.

Long walk home.
Yesterday's rain.
Just an empty house.