The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window
And bloomed bright orange on the wall
You sat in the morning light, holding your guitar
As the first summer rain began to fall
Like the gentle raindrops, your words fell in the air
Making things so clear as we quietly sat there
It reminded me of other times you had come before
And brought a song or just walked in through the
kitchen door
Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from you
Were said at kitchen tables we have known
'Cause somehow in that warm room, with coffee on
the stove
Our hearts were really most at home
Sitting at a table, looking hard at you
Catching up on stories of the things we tried to do
It seems we really said the most when we didn't talk at all
Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall
Now as we come and go, in sunshine and in rain
Some things we see more clearly than the rest
And if it weren't for kitchen songs and mornings spent
with friends
We all might lose the things we love the best
I can see you sitting there beneath the trumpet vine
Sunlight through the window in the kitchen in my mind
You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more
Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door
You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more
Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door