Kitchen Table

Early in the evening

I set the kitchen table

I set the kitchen table

Napkin, spoon, fork, and plate

I fill the glasses up

And bring the water to my mouth

I bring the water to my mouth

To give thanks for another day

And I still love the feeling of my freedom

Like my father

Like my father before me

And I still heed the calling of the wild

Like my mother

Like a mother to my child

Photos on the alter

We scan the generations

We scan the generations

To see where we have come form

Then out the picture window

I look at the horizon

I look at the horizon

To see who I will become

And I still love the feeling of my freedom

Like my father

Like my father before me

And I still heed the calling of the wild

Like my mother

Like a mother to my child

After every supper

We clear the dining table

We clear the dining table

And we sweep the kitchen floor

Then something's welling up

Until it catches in my throat

Like some exquisite cosmic joke

I've everything that I asked for

And I still love the feeling of my freedom

Like my father

Like my father before me

And I still heed the calling of the wild

Like my mother

Like a mother to my child