A Place for Your Boots

Daniel, I had everything in boxes Every box had black ink on the side You turned up with a borrowed pickup And a plant you swore you'd keep alive We were married on a Friday Moved the last chair in on Sunday night Ate our dinner on the kitchen counter Said, this place is gonna do us fine

There's a place for your boots by the back door Your old blue coat hangs next to mine I used to need the whole bed to myself Now I reach across it every night A year ago I took your hand Didn't know half the things I'd learn to love Like the sound of your key at seven And you asking if I've eaten yet Daniel, I would do it all again

You put up that shelf in April And we called the tilt a piece of art When Dad got sick you drove me down there Didn't leave till we could take him home I woke up in that waiting room Your coat pulled over both my knees You were buying awful vending coffee Two sugars, just the way I need

There's a place for your boots by the back door Your old blue coat hangs next to mine I used to need the whole bed to myself Now I reach across it every night A year ago I took your hand Didn't know half the things I'd learn to love Like the sound of your key at seven And you asking if I've eaten yet Daniel, I would do it all again

We haven't got a house that's ours That plant gave up around July We've had words we had to walk back We've learned to say, you're right But if you pulled up in that pickup And asked me one more time I'd be standing on the sidewalk With every last box piled outside

There's a place for your boots by the back door Your old blue coat hangs next to mine I used to need the whole bed to myself Now I reach across it every night A year ago I took your hand Didn't know half the things I'd learn to love Like the sound of your key at seven And you asking if I've eaten yet Daniel, I would do it all again

Leave your boots there by the back door There's a place for them beside mine