The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window
And bloomed bright orange on the wall
You sat in the morning light, holding a guitar
As the first summer rains began to fall
chorus:
Like the gentle rain drops
Your words fell in the air
Making things so clear
As we quietly sat there
It reminded me of other times
You had come before
And brought a song or just walked in
Through the kitchen door
Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from you
Were said at kitchen tables we have known
Cause somehow in that warm room with coffee on the stove
Our hearts were really most at home
chorus:
Sitting at the table lookin hard at you
Catchin up on stories of the things we'd tried to do
It seemed we really said the most
When we didn't talk at all
Let the songs speak for us like
Sunlight on the wall
break:
Now as we come and go in sunshine and rain
Some years are seen more clearly than the rest
And if it weren't for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friends
We all might lose the things we love the best
chorus:
I can see you sitting there
Beneath the trumpet vine
Sunlight through the window
In the kitchen in my mind
You came when you were needed
I could not ask for more
Than to turn to find you walkin
Through the kitchen door
