Something in the oven
Is about to make my day
The muffins rise like little suns
Behind the oven glass
I grind the beans and set two cups
Though only one will pass
The timer rings its tiny bell
The kitchen smells like gold
Muffins warm and coffee dark
On an afternoon that's free
To eat and drink and find the good
That's gift enough for me
The paper cup peels back like petals
Steam comes curling through
The first bite's always science
And the second one is too
A crumb or two for tasting
Is the baker's honest right
Muffins warm and coffee dark
On an afternoon that's free
To eat and drink and find the good
That's gift enough for me
I take the corner window chair
The good one, facing out
A muffin and a coffee
Is what free days are about
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Muffins warm and coffee dark
On an afternoon that's free
To eat and drink and find the good
That's gift enough for me
Muffins warm and coffee dark
On an afternoon that's free
To eat and drink and find the good
That's gift enough for me
Something from the oven
Went and made my whole day
