Inventory

I pulled the boxes down today
The tape gave out the easy way
And dust rose up in golden streams
From cardboard full of shelf-life dreams

The notebook with the half-done songs
The friend I haven't called too long
The guitar sleeping in the hall
The height marks penciled on the wall
I came to count what didn't last
I found it never left at all

I found the ticket stubs we saved
From nights when we were loud and brave
I put his number by the phone
Some things you don't do all alone

The notebook with the half-done songs
The friend I haven't called too long
The guitar sleeping in the hall
The height marks penciled on the wall
I came to count what didn't last
I found it never left at all

I thought the dark was where things die
It's only where they close their eyes
And every shelf of packed-away
Was saving for a later day

The notebook with the half-done songs
The friend I haven't called too long
The guitar sleeping in the hall
The height marks penciled on the wall
I came to count what didn't last
I found it never left at all

It never left at all
It never left at all