Verse 1
You called me up on a Monday night,
said the world had done you wrong.
I tried to tell you, “Choose your life,”
you hung up before too long.
I used to run when your sirens rang,
barefoot through the pouring rain.
Now I let the telephone sing—
I don’t answer every pain.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, I loved you like a habit,
like a key upon a chain.
But if blood is all that binds us,
you can keep it with the name.
Chorus
Keep the change, keep the change,
I’ve been changing anyway.
You can keep the empty promises
you never meant to make.
I’ve got small hands reaching for me,
I’ve got morning on its way.
If you only love me when you need me—
keep the change.
Verse 2
There’s a photograph from summers back,
four shadows in the sun.
Funny how a picture stays intact
when the people come undone.
I kept setting extra places,
kept the kettle warm till ten.
Now the flowers fill the spaces
where I waited for you then.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, I thought that being family
meant I had to take the blame.
But a branch can leave the old tree
and grow greener all the same.
Chorus
Keep the change, keep the change,
I’ve been changing anyway.
You can keep the empty promises
you never meant to make.
I’ve got small hands reaching for me,
I’ve got morning on its way.
If you only love me when you need me—
keep the change.
Post-Chorus
Hey—oh, the river rolls on.
Hey—oh, I’m already gone.
Hey—oh, no anger, no shame—
keep the change.
Bridge
Maybe one day I’ll hear your voice
and it won’t pull like a tide.
Maybe I’ll remember us
without going back inside.
I don’t need to hate you,
I don’t need you to explain.
Some goodbyes are little doorways,
some losses are an escape.
Final Chorus
Keep the change, keep the change,
look how far I’ve come today.
There’s a little boy beside me
who will never love this way.
I’ve got new roads underneath me,
I’ve got sunlight on my face.
You can keep the version of me
who would beg for you to stay.
Keep the change, keep the change,
I’ve been changing anyway.
If you only love me when you need me—
keep the change.
Outro
Hey—oh, the river rolls on.
Hey—oh, I’m already gone.
No slammed doors, no final word—
just the morning
and the birds.