Dovetail Fit

[Verse 1]
(Phone clicks to voicemail beep)
Hey, it's me. The flyer for the flat on Agricola Street…
is still taped to the hydro pole, faded now, kinda blue.
It's just after five, the shipyard whistle just blew.
I walked by on my break, and I pictured me and you.

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a shallow pitch to the roof, but the bones are true.
I could plane down the door that sticks in the humidity of June.
You said, "I hate a place with no good light," I remember that.
Well, the western window gets the whole damn afternoon.

[Chorus]
What if we signed the forms?
A dovetail fit against the storms.

[Verse 2]
The landlord left the heat off, you can smell the cold plaster.
The floorboards show the grain where the old varnish is worn.
I can see your ceramic mugs on a shelf I'd build much faster
than that flimsy pine assembly we saw at the market Saturday morn.

[Pre-Chorus]
I'd lay the new maple down, run it parallel to the light.
We could argue about the stain, stay up half the night.
You could hang that crooked painting you love beside the fire escape.
We could finally build a life that's cut to the right shape.

[Chorus]
What if we signed the forms?
A dovetail fit against the storms.

[Bridge]
Sorry. This is a lot for a message. I know.
It's just the sawdust and the silence in the workshop, making the quiet grow.

[Outro]
Call me back. Or don't.
Just… thought you should know.
(Sound of a hang-up click)