Verse
Amber lamp low, window cracked an inch
Rain on the sill counts slower than a minute
Half a page of notes, ink gone soft and thin
Steam off the margins, curling out and in
Clock on the wall gave up keeping score
Pencil rolls off, I don't reach for it no more
Chai gone lukewarm in a chipped blue cup
The highlighter cap I never do close up
Pre-Chorus
So what's the use of holding on so tight
When the pages breathe on their own tonight
Maybe I don't need to know where this goes
Chorus
I'm letting it drift, letting it drift
Soft as the steam off the notebook margins
Letting it drift, letting it drift
No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the rain
Verse
Chalk dust settled on an old cassette
Half my thoughts I already forget
Streetlamp flicker through the paper blinds
Paints the highlighter yellow down my spine
Textbook open to a page I lost
Numbers blur like they don't count the cost
Somewhere past the third cup, I stopped keeping time
Let the equations dissolve into the rhyme
Pre-Chorus
So what's the use of holding on so tight
When the pages breathe on their own tonight
Maybe I don't need to know where this goes
Chorus
I'm letting it drift, letting it drift
Soft as the steam off the notebook margins
Letting it drift, letting it drift
No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the rain
Bridge
Maybe the answer was never mine to find
Just this lamp, just this hush, just this quiet kind of time
Let the ink bleed through, let the hour go soft
Nothing left to prove, nothing left to hold
Chorus
I'm letting it drift, letting it drift
Soft as the steam off the notebook margins
Letting it drift, letting it drift
No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the rain
