Porcelain Road

[Intro]
[Verse]
The rain taps the glass.
Watching the hours pass.
Dust on the white shelf.
I keep to myself.
The blue saucer stays.
In a porcelain haze.
It needs a new home.
Under the ceiling dome.
[Verse]
I move the small rose.
That's how the wind blows.
Every cup has a name.
In this quiet little game.
Ceramic and cold.
Stories left untold.
I wipe off the grime.
Taking my sweet time.
[Pre-Chorus]
The Casio plays a tune.
Under a paper moon.
The 808 clicks.
Like old clock ticks.
[Chorus]
Oh, ceramic lines.
Searching for signs.
Of summers we spent.
Where the money all went.
Just a cup and a tray.
On a Sunday so grey.
Moving the gold rims.
Following my whims.
[Post-Chorus]
Tiny little things.
That the memory brings.
Tiny little things.
How the spirit sings.
[Verse]
Remember that old Ford?
We were never bored.
Static on the radio.
Watching the corn grow.
You held a paper map.
Spilled soda in your lap.
That memory is thin.
Like bone china skin.
[Pre-Chorus]
The Casio plays a tune.
Under a paper moon.
The 808 clicks.
Like old clock ticks.
[Chorus]
Oh, ceramic lines.
Searching for signs.
Of summers we spent.
Where the money all went.
Just a cup and a tray.
On a Sunday so grey.
Moving the gold rims.
Following my whims.
[Bridge]
I find the one with the chip.
Where you took a small sip.
At a diner in Maine.
Before all the rain.
I put it in front.
On this quiet hunt.
For a feeling I lost.
Whatever the cost.
[Verse]
The window is blurring.
A soft motor purring.
In my mind I am there.
With salt in your hair.
But the shelf is now full.
In this Sunday lull.
I’ll do it again.
When the clouds start to spin.
[Chorus]
Oh, ceramic lines.
Searching for signs.
Of summers we spent.
Where the money all went.
Just a cup and a tray.
On a Sunday so grey.
Moving the gold rims.
Following my whims.
[Post-Chorus]
Tiny little things.
That the memory brings.
Tiny little things.
How the spirit sings.
[Outro]