Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a golden ray,
Kettle whistles the close of day.
Old wood creaks a familiar tune,
Counting steps beneath the afternoon.
Twenty-three paces from the door,
Past the table, worn and sore.
Each footfall echoes, soft and slow,
Memories surface, ebb and flow.
Kitchen footsteps, a steady beat,
Years at sea, now bittersweet.
Every stride a distant shore,
Counting down the days once more.
Forty-seven, by the window pane,
Watching raindrops streak the lane.
Sailor's hands, they built this place,
Seeking solace, finding grace.
Kitchen footsteps, a steady beat,
Years at sea, now bittersweet.
Every stride a distant shore,
Counting down the days once more.
Seventy-one, a chipped blue cup,
Warm tea steamin', fillin' up.
Smell of cinnamon, faint and mild,
Ghosts of laughter, running wild.
Salt spray lingers in the air,
Though the ocean's miles from here.
This quiet room, my harbor true,
Every step brings me back to you.
Ninety-five, the stove's warm glow,
Stories whispered, soft and low.
Each creak a voyage, long and free,
A lifetime lived for you and me.
Kitchen footsteps, a steady beat,
Years at sea, now bittersweet.
Every stride a distant shore,
Counting down the days once more.
One hundred twenty-nine, the final pace,
A peaceful smile upon my face.
This kitchen holds my heart's delight,
Lost at sea, but home tonight.
Kitchen footsteps, a steady beat,
Years at sea, now bittersweet.
Every stride a distant shore,
Counting down the days once more.
Footsteps fading, soft and low,
Kettle's silent, watchin' go.
Just the memory, warm and deep,
Footsteps fallin' into sleep.
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