Lyric

Bare feet on the back porch boards

Someone laughs

Screen door swings

Paper plates

Chipped old mugs

Names I haven’t said in years

This is the gathering

All our scattered little pieces

Round this table

Round this flame

Telling stories like they’re secrets

This is the gathering

Where the years feel like an evening

Hold it close

Don’t let it break

All this fragile

Living breathing

Kids run through the sprinkler arc

Grandma’s quilt on the dry brown grass

Smoke on my shirt

Salt on my skin

Sun going down too fast

This is the gathering

All our scattered little pieces

Round this table

Round this flame

Telling stories like they’re secrets

This is the gathering

Where the years feel like an evening

Hold it close

Don’t let it break

All this fragile

Living breathing

This is the gathering

All our scattered little pieces

Round this table

Round this flame

Telling stories like they’re secrets

This is the gathering

Where the years feel like an evening

Hold it close

Don’t let it break

All this fragile

Living breathing