Growing Up With You

[Verse 1]
Your old coat hangs behind the door
The sleeves still smell like cedar smoke
We split the rent, we split the year
But never split the weight of hope

You ask me what I'm frightened of
I say the bills, the changing plans
Then watch you fold the laundry slow
With a ring of flour on your hands

[Pre-Chorus]
We learned to sign our names in ink
Before we knew what promises could weigh
I love the life we're making here
And fear the parts time takes away

[Chorus]
Stay close while the seasons turn
While the good plans bend and burn
I can face the years ahead
If your hand still finds my hand
Love is not a door that locks
It's choosing through the hardest parts
I'm afraid, and I am here
Growing up with you, my dear

[Verse 2]
Your father's watch stopped in the drawer
We wound it up; it lost an hour
You laughed and said, "That's life, I guess"
Then held me through the quiet after

The mailbox fills with forms and news
A tiny shoe waits by the stairs
We speak in lists, then look up once
And find the whole wide world in there

[Pre-Chorus]
The days don't ask if we feel ready
They leave their fingerprints in place
I love the way you meet the morning
Even when it changes shape

[Chorus]
Stay close while the seasons turn
While the good plans bend and burn
I can face the years ahead
If your hand still finds my hand
Love is not a door that locks
It's choosing through the hardest parts
I'm afraid, and I am here
Growing up with you, my dear

[Bridge]
If we become the ones who leave
The porch light on, the kettle warm
If all our careful maps grow faint
I'll know your voice inside the storm
No vow can stop the river's pull
No brave face keeps the years away
So let me say it plainly now:
I choose you in the changing day

[Final Chorus]
Stay close while the seasons turn
While the good plans bend and burn
I can face the years ahead
If your hand still finds my hand
Love is not a door that locks
It's choosing through the hardest parts
I'm afraid, and I am here
Growing up with you, my dear

[Outro]
Your old coat hangs behind the door
And morning gathers on the floor
I'm afraid, and I am here
Growing up with you, my dear