Table - Katy Kirby
Lyrics by：Katy Kirby/Logan Chung
Composed by：Katy Kirby/Logan Chung
Produced by：Alberto Sewald/Logan Chung
He prepares a table for me and
One of these days I'll have to sit down and eat
He returns
With a carload of groceries
And I never ask where they came from
Corrects my hand as
It's holding the knife
Cutting up vegetables quickly and fine
For the pot on the stove
The line out the door
Give me your tired and poor
He pours a pool of salt in my hand
Showing me how I ought to throw a little bit
Over the surface like rain
The surface like rain
On the wicked and righteous
The laymen and saints
Let me fix you a plate
We can find you
A place
To sit down
Have you ever tried trying
To run out
Of everything you got
