Track Insight / Lyrics
You pedal past the porcelain sink
Where last night's dishes wait to shrink
The banana seat remembers thighs
That pumped these streets through July skies
The chain ring catches morning pink
Oh the kettle sings its metal song
While bicycle wheels roll right along
You're counting footsteps, steam, and spokes
On linoleum where freedom walks
Oh the kettle sings, you're finally home
You trace the groove in worn floorboards
Where generations kept their chords
The frame leans against the icebox door
Like it has a thousand times before
The spokes hold worship in their cords
Oh the kettle sings its metal song
While bicycle wheels roll right along
You're counting footsteps, steam, and spokes
On linoleum where freedom walks
Oh the kettle sings, you're finally home
You recall the choir director's hand
That shaped the breath of fifty in the band
Now spokes click tempo, precise and slow
A metronome you used to know
The water boils at your command
Oh the kettle sings its metal song
While bicycle wheels roll right along
You're counting footsteps, steam, and spokes
On linoleum where freedom walks
Oh the kettle sings, you're finally home
No stained glass here, just morning light
No organ pipes, just spokes in flight
But holiness lives in the mundane
In steam and steel and ball-bearing rain
You're the singer and the song tonight
You wipe the condensation clean
The clearest hymn you've ever seen
Two wheels, one burner, quiet room
Enough to chase away the gloom
You sip the tea, you own the scene
Oh the kettle sings its metal song
While bicycle wheels roll right along
You're counting footsteps, steam, and spokes
On linoleum where freedom walks
Yeah the kettle sings, you're finally home
Oh the kettle sings, you're finally home
Spokes count tiles, steam writes the score
You've always been the open door
