Slow Ticket Home
Style: Rocking chair waltz

[Verse 1]
Somewhere a small orange stub slides down into the dark
and nothing is lost that was ever truly meant for you
soft little journeys are folding closed just like a park
gates for the night, and you're held here safe and true

[Pre-chorus]
Every small ticket has found its quiet home tonight
hush settles low like a lamp turned down to gold
and closer you drift toward the warm and dimming light

[Chorus]
Victor, the night keeps you soft in its pocket now
rest is a picture painted slow across your face
nothing will wake before the morning shows you how
gentle as Victor, this whole dark quiet place

[Verse 2]
A metal slot hums low where all the small things pass
you are not one of them, you're held above the rest
warmth pools around you thicker than the deepest grass
and every breath you take is answered, is blessed

[Bridge]
Let the last light drop like a coin into the slot
stillness is a mixture of the safe and the slow
you are the one thing this whole night has got

[Chorus]
Victor, the night keeps you soft in its pocket now
rest is a picture painted slow across your face
nothing will wake before the morning shows you how
gentle as Victor, this whole dark quiet place

[Outro]
Somewhere that small stub has settled soft and still
sleep the same way now, held gentle, held until

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