In the Kitchen

it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low

as winter slowly stumbled home

the air felt different and it started to show

as every breath resembled smoke

i was short on opinions and i wanted to know

if you'd still be here tomorrow

'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low

as winter wrapped around Chicago

the T.V.'s on too much

and I don't ever think enough

about the things that matter most

and what could make me old

and there's no argument

for wasting time much better spent

complacently replacing a melody with smoke

i won't expect a smile when i get home

the blankets that i stole should keep you warm

i hope there's not enough to fill the void

i'm futher from the source to feel the floor

it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low

as winter slowly stumbled home

the air felt different and it started to show

as every breath resembled smoke

i was short of opinions and i wanted to know

if you'd still be here tomorrow

'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low

as winter wrapped around Chicago

the T.V.'s on too much

and I don't ever think enough

about the things that matter most

and what could make me old

and there's no argument

for wasting much better spent

complacently replacing a melody with smoke