I left the porch light on for no one
Old habit, I guess
The morning breaks the same as always
But something in the light feels wrong
I pour the coffee, stare at nothing
Hum the end of our last song
Your name still lives inside my phone
A ghost I haven't let go home
And I don't know what I'm waiting for
Just standing at a closed door
Tell me why do I still see your face
In every room, in every empty place
I could travel to the other side of the world
Still find you in the crowd, still find you in the crowd
Tell me why does it feel like you're still here
Your voice, a ghost inside my ear
I could bury every memory I have
But you'd find your way back, you'd find your way back
I drove past your street last Tuesday
Didn't stop but slowed way down
There's someone's car I don't recognize
Parked outside your door now
The lights were on, the blinds were drawn
I kept going. I kept going.
And I'm still playing our old playlists
Like they're maps back to you
Tell me why do I still see your face
In every room, in every empty place
I could travel to the other side of the world
Still find you in the crowd, still find you in the crowd
Tell me why does it feel like you're still here
Your voice, a ghost inside my ear
I could bury every memory I have
But you'd find your way back, you'd find your way back
Maybe I built you into everything
So now you're just
The shape the world took
When you were in it
Tell me why do I still see your face...
Still find you in the crowd, still find you in the crowd...