Nothing To Fix Tonight

Lyrics — written by hand

(Mm) nothing to fix

The kettle, the window, the light going low,
the day did what days do.
I put down the list I was carrying around
and the room got a little more room.

And the evening does what evenings do,
it takes the edges off the walls.
Nobody's counting what got done today —
not the clock, and not the calls.

Nothing to fix tonight.
Nothing to prove and nothing to write.
Let it be crooked, let it be slow —
the day can end without a fight.

The rain on the roof doesn't ask to be quick,
the river's not late, it's just long.
I used to think resting was something to earn.
I'm resting. I still belong.

And the lamp makes the corners kind,
the floorboards forgive my weight.
Nobody's keeping the score I kept —
not the year, and not the date.

Nothing to fix tonight.
Nothing to prove and nothing to write.
Let it be crooked, let it be slow —
the day can end without a fight.

Soft is a way of staying.
Slow is a way of arriving.
Keep what you carried today.
Tomorrow can have the rest.

Nothing to fix tonight.
Nothing to prove and nothing to write.
Let it be crooked, let it be slow —
the day can end without a fight.

(Mm) let the hour go loose, let the list go cold.
(Mm) I'm not behind. I'm just out of the fight.