White ceramic on the pine
Left behind a crooked line
Wooden slats hold on too tight
In the middle of the night
Caught in the grain of the floor
Rain hitting hard by the door
Tangled in timber and dew
Waiting for something brand new
Handle hooked on a jagged splinter
Cold as a mid-January winter
Coffee stains in a faded ring
While the heavy rafters swing
Caught in the grain of the floor
Rain hitting hard by the door
Tangled in timber and dew
Waiting for something brand new
Thunder rolls like a heavy pan
Screaming louder than a frying fan
Water fills up the hollow rim
While the porch light flickers dim
Caught in the grain of the floor
Rain hitting hard by the door
Tangled in timber and dew
Waiting for something brand new
Slipping through the narrow gap
Falling in a wooden trap
One wrong move and it will crack
There is no way to get it back
Grease and salt on a diner plate
But the mug has a different fate
Stuck in a grip of weathered oak
While the distant lightning spoke
Caught in the grain of the floor
Rain hitting hard by the door
Tangled in timber and dew
Waiting for something brand new
Just a cup in the rain.
Tangled in the grain.
