[Verse 1] The kettle clicks at half past six Rain draws rivers down the glass You leave your coat across the chair And ask if I slept well at last The bread is burnt, the bus is gone A letter waits beneath the door I used to call these things a loss Now I let them be what they are
[Chorus] Take the day with all its weather Take the hand that’s here to hold Every turn, the bright and broken Every story still untold If I meet this life again With its weight and its surprise I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed
[Verse 2] Your mother’s recipe says “salt Until it tastes like Sunday lunch” We laugh because we both know well She never measured very much The years have changed the kitchen tiles The old oak keeps its crooked lean You tell me what you’re scared to lose I tell you what you mean to me
[Chorus] Take the day with all its weather Take the hand that’s here to hold Every turn, the bright and broken Every story still untold If I meet this life again With its weight and its surprise I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed
[Bridge] Not because the road is easy Not because the hurt was small But the rain on that old window Made a garden of it all And the names we say at supper And the quiet after news Are the ordinary reasons I keep coming back to choose
[Final Chorus] Take the day with all its weather Take the hand that’s here to hold Every turn, the bright and broken Every story still untold If I meet this life again With its weight and its surprise I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed
[Outro] The kettle cools, the rain lets up Your coat still waits across the chair
[Verse 1] The kettle clicks at half past six Rain draws rivers down the glass You leave your coat across the chair And ask if I slept well at last The bread is burnt, the bus is gone A letter waits beneath the door I used to call these things a loss Now I let them be what they are [Chorus] Take the day with all its weather Take the hand that’s here to hold Every turn, the bright and broken Every story still untold If I meet this life again With its weight and its surprise I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed [Verse 2] Your mother’s recipe says “salt Until it tastes like Sunday lunch” We laugh because we both know well She never measured very much The years have changed the kitchen tiles The old oak keeps its crooked lean You tell me what you’re scared to lose I tell you what you mean to me [Chorus] Take the day with all its weather Take the hand that’s here to hold Every turn, the bright and broken Every story still untold If I meet this life again With its weight and its surprise I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed [Bridge] Not because the road is easy Not because the hurt was small But the rain on that old window Made a garden of it all And the names we say at supper And the quiet after news Are the ordinary reasons I keep coming back to choose [Final Chorus] Take the day with all its weather Take the hand that’s here to hold Every turn, the bright and broken Every story still untold If I meet this life again With its weight and its surprise I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed I will choose the whole of it I will choose it, open-eyed [Outro] The kettle cools, the rain lets up Your coat still waits across the chair
Style of Music
Intimate alternative folk-rock with a steady mid-tempo pulse, fingerpicked acoustic guitar opening into warm piano, rest