Tish Hinojosa - The Kitchen Table

 

 

I want to think that there are answers,
And an end to every need.
I'd like to find myself astounded,
And sing and dance and never plead.

I want to lay upon a hillside
And let the skyblue clear my mind,
Lift the weight that feels so heavy,
And find a new and different light.

(chorus)
I'd love to be the kitchen table,
From long ago, when I was three,
To hold my father's morning coffee,
To feel my mother's hand on me,
Feel my mother's hand on me.

Like a trail of fallen ashes,
Our yesterdays are swept away.
I'd love to feel them with my fingers,
And in the creases hope they'll stay.

If I could make a new tomorrow,
If I was god for just one day,
I'd clean away all of the hard, hard times
And make the good ones never fade.