Title: My Name on the Door Verse 1 I hold a key in an empty room, My coat still damp from the afternoon. I set my bag where a chair will go, And hear the pipes in the wall run slow. I spread my blanket across the floor, Check once again that I’ve locked the door. I thought I’d cheer when the day was done; Instead I sit till the shaking’s gone. Chorus 1 I’ve got my name on the door downstairs, A borrowed lamp and a folding chair. I don’t know how this will feel in a week, But tonight I’ve got somewhere to sleep. I turn the key, leave my shoes on the floor— I don’t have to leave anymore. Verse 2 Unpacked boxes stand in a row, I’ve found the mug with the chip I know. I set it down by the morning window, Watch people hurry to work below. I toast some bread till the edges brown, And brush the crumbs as I’m sitting down. I make a list, then I cross off two: A place to sleep. A room with a view. Chorus 2 I’ve got my name on the door downstairs, A borrowed lamp and a folding chair. I don’t know how this will feel in a year, But I’m making my first breakfast here. I turn the key, leave my shoes on the floor— I don’t have to leave anymore.