One Hour, One Page

[Verse 1]
I gave Tuesday to the studio
Wednesday to the people who called
Saved my Sunday for a promise
Then forgot what I had promised at all
Your name sits beside a deadline
Mine is buried under the rest
I can list what everyone needs
But not what puts a spark in my chest

[Pre-Chorus]
I keep every door from sticking
I keep every small fire fed
When the rooms go quiet around me
I can’t hear my own first thought

[Chorus]
Where did I leave the part that starts me?
The small yes underneath the noise
I’ve been stretched across a hundred plans
And misplaced my own voice
If I put these borrowed hours down
If I let one unfinished thing be
Will the pulse I used to follow
Still know how to lead me?

[Verse 2]
There’s a notebook in the kitchen
With a list I never crossed out
Half a melody, three errands
And a sketch of the way back out
I’ve been useful in a dozen directions
A bright reply, a steady hand
But the face in the darkened window
Looks like someone I used to understand

[Pre-Chorus]
I keep every door from sticking
I keep every small fire fed
Now I’m making room for silence
For the thought I haven’t said

[Chorus]
Where did I leave the part that starts me?
The small yes underneath the noise
I’ve been stretched across a hundred plans
And misplaced my own voice
If I put these borrowed hours down
If I let one unfinished thing be
Will the pulse I used to follow
Still know how to lead me?

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s the first page, blank and open
Maybe it’s the walk with nowhere due
Maybe I don’t need to solve me tonight
Just make one hour that belongs to me

[Instrumental]

[Final Chorus]
I can find the part that starts me
In the quiet I kept passing through
I’ve been stretched across a hundred plans
But I can leave a little room
Let a promise wait till morning
Let one small want speak honestly
The pulse I thought I’d wandered from
Has been keeping time in me

[Outro]
One hour, one page
One breath I chose
A little room
And the answer grows