Ithaca in Your Arms

ITHACA IN YOUR ARMS At 3:17, the ceiling knew my name That old stone on my chest had found me again One more almost-love in a box by the door One more maybe-forever was over by four I watched honest words learn how to lie Watched color leave love one day at a time The movies bring the right one in on cue Who writes those endings? I wish that I knew I stopped saving space on the other side Stopped asking the dark for a reason why I was learning the sound of a life on my own Then you walked in, and it sounded like home Then you came and my mornings changed No more waking up with yesterday’s weight Now every minute feels too good to lose You don’t know what your love can do All the wrong turns, all the false starts All the borrowed smiles, all my fractured parts They were drawing a map through the dark I found my Ithaca in your arms In your arms, in your arms I found my Ithaca In your arms, in your arms I finally made it home I thought love was lightning A beautiful scene But you are the quiet That finally reached me No castle, no rescue No scripted “the end” Just somebody honest Who chooses me again Then you came and my mornings changed No more waking up with yesterday’s weight Now every minute feels too good to lose I hope you know what your love can do All the wrong turns, all the false starts All the borrowed smiles, all my fractured parts They were drawing a map through the dark I found my Ithaca in your arms In your arms, in your arms I found my Ithaca In your arms, in your arms I finally made it home My Ithaca… I finally made it home.