While the Afternoon Is Wide

[Verse 1]
The kitchen clock clicks through the refrigerator hum
A datebook full of names I haven't called enough
Your old blue mug still chips along the rim
I keep the cracked side turned away from where you've been

[Pre-Chorus]
I count the birthdays, count the miles
Then lose the number for a while

[Chorus]
That second hand keeps taking what it takes
I feel the years in every choice I make
I've spent more pages than the book has left
And still I save the best for someone else
So tell me, while the afternoon is wide:
What am I waiting for this time?

[Verse 2]
The schoolyard fence is shorter than I knew
The map I drew at seventeen is folded into two
My father's hands move slower on the jar
He says, "You're doing fine," and looks out past the yard

[Pre-Chorus]
The plans I made still have my name
But every season isn't mine to claim

[Chorus]
That second hand keeps taking what it takes
I feel the years in every choice I make
I've spent more pages than the book has left
And still I save the best for someone else
So tell me, while the afternoon is wide:
What am I waiting for this time?

[Breakdown]
No more someday
No more someday
The kettle cools, the phone stays dark
I know the door; I know the start

[Bridge]
If I have fewer roads than I once believed
I'll take the one that brings me where you breathe
Let the dishes wait, let the workday end
I'll sit beside you, not plan past the bend

[Final Chorus]
That second hand keeps taking what it takes
I'll spend these hours awake to what remains
I've turned enough pages to know what matters most:
Your laugh across the table, your coat beside the door
So while the afternoon is open wide
I'm coming over; keep the porch light bright

[Outro]
The kitchen clock clicks, but I don't count
Your voice is here; that's what time is now