The plates are stacked,
the house is clean
At least as close as I've ever seen
Soup on the stove,
the record sings
Sometimes you gotta trust whatever people bring
Just put it on the table,
next to the wine and beer
Don't mind the mess,
glad you were here
Come
in from the cold dark,
pull up a chair
Whatever
you've brought on in,
it's welcome
here
Louise made those devil legs,
on the edge of a heartbreak
Johnny picked up a bag of chips,
cause he had nothing at home to take
Aubrey brought all the kids,
with cookies as a bribe
Paul hesitates at the door,
before he finally walks inside
Just put it on the table,
next to the wine and beer
Don't mind the mess,
glad you were here
Come in from the cold dark,
pull up a chair
Whatever you've brought on in,
it's welcome here
Of all the trouble
We've carried round
all of the
losses we cannot seem to put down.
It's a quiet mercy,
we're saying grace,
holding the soft light, juggling place.
The kids are tired,
the dog is asleep,
leftovers in hand, and a hug when you leave.
Apple stands and a slipper moon,
a big different shine,
like a big old silver spoon.
Just put it on the table when the night is bright and clear.
Don't mind the mess,
glad you were here.
Baby, we'll go with you,
you're not alone,
as the heavens keep turning,
on the slow way
home, on the slow way home.