The Recipe for Home

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust is dancing in the morning light
Cardboard boxes stacked just right
Twenty-eight and feeling small
In this house with the floral wall
Found a tin box painted green
The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen
[Pre-Chorus]
Sifting through the flour stains
And the ghosts of April rains
There’s a ticket to a Nashville show
From a summer fifty years ago
[Chorus]
She taught me how to fold the dough
And when to let a good thing go
It wasn’t just the sugar and the lime
It was how to take my time
Now I’m running through the city streets
With her rhythm in my heartbeat
Yeah, she gave me more than just a name
She taught me how to play the game
[Verse]
Letters tied with a faded blue string
Whispering words she never could sing
One for a boy who went to war
One for the man she was waiting for
She never sent them, kept them near
To remind her why she’s still here
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m a thousand miles from this porch
Still carrying her little torch
Through the subways and the neon glare
I can feel her standing there
[Chorus]
She taught me how to fold the dough
And when to let a good thing go
It wasn’t just the sugar and the lime
It was how to take my time
Now I’m running through the city streets
With her rhythm in my heartbeat
Yeah, she gave me more than just a name
She taught me how to play the game
[Post-Chorus]
Just a little bit of grace
In this fast and lonely place
Yeah, I’m doing okay
Finding my own way
[Bridge]
My high-rise view is cold and gray
But I can hear her voice today
Saying "Honey, keep your spirit sweet"
"Even on a crowded street"
It’s the quiet things that stay
When the rest just fades away
[Solo]
[Chorus]
She taught me how to fold the dough
And when to let a good thing go
It wasn’t just the sugar and the lime
It was how to take my time
Now I’m running through the city streets
With her rhythm in my heartbeat
Yeah, she gave me more than just a name
She taught me how to play the game
[Outro]