A Plate for One every Thanksgiving ldp

TITLE: A PLATE FOR ONE ARTIST: DJ DR LOVE — 007 FM [Live Intro — Rhodes, Solo Cello, Quiet Room] [Female — Low, Smoky Spoken Voice] Mama asked if I was bringing somebody. I said… "He might have to work." She didn't ask me where. Just handed me another dish towel. This is our fourth Thanksgiving. You'd think I'd have a better answer by now. [Verse 1 — Intimate Lower Register] Pressed my dress while the parade was on, Watched your little message light my phone. "Happy Thanksgiving, beautiful. I miss you." No time to say it back before I missed you. At Mama's house, the windows running steam, My sister laughing, somebody checking greens. I smiled for every picture by the stairs, Kept checking for a name that wasn't there. Auntie asked me, "Baby, you doing all right?" I said, "Just tired," and took another bite. Everybody settled in to watch the game, I stepped out back the second that you rang. [Pre-Chorus — Warm Middle Rising] You said, "I only got a minute." I could hear a whole house through the line. Someone called your name, you whispered, "Love you." I said, "Okay," instead of saying mine. [Chorus — Soaring Controlled Belt] Another holiday, a plate for one, Another "Baby, wish I could." Another promise after everybody leaves That never holds the way it should. Three years gone, we're going on four, I'm still listening for a closing door. You keep finding little ways to see me… But you never make a place for me. [Airy Head Voice] I don't want another stolen hour— [Deep Chest Voice] I want a life that has room for mine. [Verse 2 — Rhythmic, Wounded Baritone-Like Warmth] Last Christmas, you came by before the dawn, Kept your jacket and your good shoes on. Set a little velvet box beside my tree, Said, "You know how much you mean to me." I wore that necklace sitting on my couch, Watched the Christmas lights go slowly out. Had your gift still wrapped behind the chair, Couldn't send it home for someone else to find it there. New Year's Eve, I kept the music low, Thought you might come over after all. Twelve came with the neighbors cheering through the walls, Twelve-forty brought your seven-minute call. You asked me if I'd made a resolution, I said, "Not yet," and let you change the subject. This year I think I finally have an answer… I just didn't want to say it till I meant it. [Pre-Chorus — Tender Midrange to Head Voice] You tell me that the timing isn't easy, That there's more to it than I understand. But I've learned your whole life by its edge