Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Ordinary travel notes
Verse
A pencil on the table,
a window holding light;
I wrote down the shaded bench
and let the words sit overnight.
Refrain
The map has room for the road we did not take.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the Ordinary travel notes cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.