Headed Out of Reach

[Verse 1]
Your kettle clicked before the town was up,
Two paper cups beside the window glass.
I’d only meant to stay a little while;
Somehow those few days learned to matter fast.
You knew the names of streets I couldn’t keep,
I knew how you took sugar in your tea.
A borrowed room, a jacket on the chair—
Small things that started feeling like a key.

[Pre-Chorus]
Morning laid its hand across the floor,
My bag was waiting by the door.

[Chorus]
I wish the day would give us one more hour,
One more walk, one more unhurried mile.
I’m leaving for the airport with your warmth still on my sleeve,
And a goodbye I can’t make fit inside a smile.
For a handful of days, you felt like home to me;
Now I’m headed out of reach, wishing time would let me be.

[Verse 2]
You folded up the map I never used,
And laughed, “You’ll find the gate; you always do.”
I wanted to ask the clock to lose its nerve,
To let the morning stretch another afternoon.
Your fingers brushed my wrist beside the curb;
The car was coming, neither of us moved.

[Breakdown]
If I had one more day,
I’d spend it just like this:
No grand promise, no plans—
Just your hand against my wrist.

[Final Chorus]
I wish the day would give us one more hour,
One more walk, one more unhurried mile.
I’m leaving for the airport with your warmth still on my sleeve,
And a goodbye I can’t make fit inside a smile.
For a handful of days, you felt like home to me;
Though I’m headed out of reach, you’re coming on with me.

[Outro]
Your kettle clicked. The room went quiet.
I watched the morning close behind me.