Finish Round Lyrics

My coffee was cold

By the time I awoke

That you left to let me know

I would not take alone

And the TV is on

To a channel you loathe

But the sounds of home were strong

Waking crash of pot to stove

And if you're leaving

Take me with you

Now you say you're wrong

But you left on a high note

How does that follow

How you're logical

I miss your warmth and sound

I'm at the finish round

You're at the start

And now my heart won't let you go

I could see us old

Like it's years ago

Nothing left but hands to hold

With our banks and dreams on loan

And the need is strong

To feel like we're young

But the sounds of home all froze

In the crash of doors you closed

I won't let you go

If you need me