The Walls Learned Our Names

The doors swung wide on a Friday night. With rain on coats and firelight.

The fiddle laughed before we spoke. And someone spilled their first bad joke.

The bottom thumped like a beating chest. And whistle danced above the mess.

We came in tired. We left alive. With half a song and twice

the pride. You don't plan these nights. They just find you somehow.

'Cause the walls learned all our names that night. Every shout, every wrong note

right. Time gave up and the clock stood still. When the band

played loud and the beer went thin. Oh, the walls learned