Original songs, all night
Eli Hart
Crimson StationNo. 33:387 playsKept by 1Keep
Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, a kettle starting to hum
Every morning at a quarter past sixMy grandpa's in the kitchen with the radio onHe fills up two cups, one black and one sweetThough it's been three winters since Grandma's been gone
I asked him once, "Why do you still pour two?"He smiled like I was the one who didn't get itHe said, "Son, some habits are just loveThat you never found a reason to forget"
So I want a love like two cups of coffeeStill warm on the table when you're goneI want a love that outlives the morningA love that keeps the radio onWhen I'm old and my hands start shakingI hope somebody's there to pourI want a love like two cups of coffeeNothing less and nothing more
He met her at a dance in nineteen sixty-fourShe stepped on his feet and he never let goFifty-one years of fighting over the thermostatAnd she let him win just so he'd know
Now her chair's by the window where the morning comesAnd he talks to it like she's gonna replyAnd maybe she does, 'cause every single dayThe sun finds her side first, and he doesn't ask why
Stomps and claps, everybody sings
Oh, pour one for the ones we loveOh, pour one for the ones who stayOh, pour one for the ones who leftAnd never really went away
Full choir, big and bright
Just guitar and voice
Quarter past sixTwo cups on the table
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