Your Mother's Kitchen

Your mother asked who wanted coffee
Then she told me where to sit
You reached over for the sugar
Like you never left a bit
I was smiling at the stories
I was missing half the names

Your mother's kitchen
There's a chair that isn't mine
Your mother's kitchen
You go back and I go quiet

You were washing up the dishes
She was asking if you'd stay
I had brought my bag for Sunday
You were talking through till May
So I dried the cup she'd lent me
And I put it back away

Your mother's kitchen
There's a chair that isn't mine
Your mother's kitchen
You go back and I go quiet

I thought home was where we'd make it
You thought home was where we'd been
You were hanging up your jacket
I was putting mine back on

Your mother's kitchen
There's a chair that isn't mine
Your mother's kitchen
You go back and I go quiet

Your mother's kitchen
I'll let myself out