Handover Hour

[Intro]

(Fiddle + banjo riff) (Gang) Hey!

(Both) Handover hour!

[Verse 1]

(Her) Twelve hours of beeping and a hallway painted grey,

I'm walking home in scrubs while the city starts its day;

(Him) Four a.m. alarm and the ovens glowing red,

I've been kneading out the sunrise while you're heading home to bed.

[Chorus]

(Both) It's the handover hour, fifteen minutes on the stair,

Your coffee in my hand and the morning in your hair;

(Her) You're going in — (Him) you're coming out —

(Both) The whole world's waking up, but we're right here — (Gang) Hey!

(Both) Our whole love fits in the handover hour.

[Verse 2]

(Him) I save the first warm loaf, wrapped up in a paper sleeve,

(Her) I bring the night's small victories, the ones that help me breathe;

(Him) We don't get Friday dinners, (Her) we don't get Saturday nights,

(Both) But we got the bluest sky and the very first light.

[Chorus]

(Both) It's the handover hour, fifteen minutes on the stair,

Your coffee in my hand and the morning in your hair;

(Her) You're going in — (Him) you're coming out —

(Both) The whole world's waking up, but we're right here — (Gang) Hey!

(Both) Our whole love fits in the handover hour.

[Bridge]

(Her) Someday we'll match our calendars —

(Him) Someday we'll sleep in late —

(Both) But till then I'll hold this quarter hour

Like it's a whole day.

[Final Chorus]

(Both) It's the handover hour, fifteen minutes on the stair,

Your coffee in my hand and the morning in your hair;

(Her) You're going in — (Him) you're coming out —

(Both) The whole world's waking up, but we're right here — (Gang) Hey!

(Both) Our whole love fits in the handover hour,

(Gang) Hey! — (Both) the handover hour.

[Outro]

(Fiddle + banjo riff) (Both, softly) See you at six.