Room 104

[Intro]
[Verse]
Stamping cards at the desk
Put the fiction to rest
Dusty shelves in the morning light
Got a long road in my sight
Gas up the old blue Ford
I won't be bored
Three hours on the interstate
I'm never running late
[Pre-Chorus]
Radio plays a fiddle tune
Beneath a pale white moon
I’m trading the stacks for the hall
Answering the Sunday call
[Chorus]
It isn’t the gold or the big display
It’s the simple things we say
A crumpled recipe for peach delight
Keeping the shadows out of sight
Steady and slow, that’s how it goes
Like the river where the willow grows
Just being there is enough
In the smooth and in the rough
[Post-Chorus]
Just showing up (ooh)
Filling the cup (yeah)
It's the small things
That the heart brings
[Verse]
She’s got the flour on her gown
Even though she’s sitting down
Reciting how to knead the dough
“Honey, take it nice and slow”
Remember that kitchen floor?
Couldn't see the wood no more
Sugar in your silver hair
Laughter in the summer air
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to make a big excuse
When my heart was running loose
But the rearview mirror shows the truth
Of my wild and selfish youth
[Chorus]
It isn’t the gold or the big display
It’s the simple things we say
A crumpled recipe for peach delight
Keeping the shadows out of sight
Steady and slow, that’s how it goes
Like the river where the willow grows
Just being there is enough
In the smooth and in the rough
[Solo]
[Bridge]
It’s the half-remembered melody
She’s singing back to me
About a porch swing in the rain
Washing out the tired pain
I’m the librarian of her soul
Making every fragment whole
[Build-up]
Three hours back, three hours down
Leaving the noise of the town
One more hug, one more smile
Making it all worth the mile
[Chorus]
It isn’t the gold or the big display
It’s the simple things we say
A crumpled recipe for peach delight
Keeping the shadows out of sight
Steady and slow, that’s how it goes
Like the river where the willow grows
Just being there is enough
In the smooth and in the rough
[Post-Chorus]
Just showing up (ooh)
Filling the cup (yeah)
It's the small things
That the heart brings
[Break]
[Verse]
I’ll be back in two weeks' time
With a rhythm and a rhyme
She’ll be waiting by the door
In Room 104
[Outro]