Lyric

The sink still holds the soap

One plate leaning in the drain

A towel on the chair

Like it gave up in the rain

Your shirt on the back door

I step around the broom

The whole place moving slow

In the afternoon room

Then the window turns gold

On the counter, on my hands

The dust looks almost kind

For a second, I can stand

Sun in the kitchen

Sun in the kitchen

I’m okay right here

Sun in the kitchen

Sun in the kitchen

Ordinary light feels clear

The kettle never called

Still the water’s warm enough

I fold the dishcloth twice

Like that might be close to love

The oranges on the shelf

Glow soft in their cheap bowl

I catch myself breathing out

And letting go of control

You can hear the fridge hum low

Like it’s keeping time with me

Nothing has to get done

For this minute, I can be

Sun in the kitchen

Sun in the kitchen

I’m okay right here

Sun in the kitchen

Sun in the kitchen

Ordinary light feels clear

Half the list can wait

The broom can lean awhile

The floor can keep its marks

I can keep this smile

The room is still a mess

But the shade is almost gone

And I’m not asking much

Just to stay a little warm

Sun in the kitchen

Sun in the kitchen

I’m okay right here

Sun in the kitchen

Sun in the kitchen

Ordinary light feels clear

Sun in the kitchen

Leave it on

Sun in the kitchen

I’m okay right here