[Chorus] Every plate is my favorite, bring another, bring it near Sweet, salt, sour, sugar—still the empty waits right here Fork goes left, heel goes right, let the table rearrange I can taste the whole world, but the wanting doesn’t change [Verse 1] A silver cart rolls in with a parade of tiny suns Pear tart, peppered peaches, noodles curled like question marks You say, “Pick one.” I say, “I’ve been waiting all my life.” Then the waiter lifts the lid; I ask what’s coming after that [Chorus] Every plate is my favorite, bring another, bring it near Sweet, salt, sour, sugar—still the empty waits right here Fork goes left, heel goes right, let the table rearrange I can taste the whole world, but the wanting doesn’t change [Verse 2] There’s a throne made out of napkins, there’s a moat of melted cheese A little brass bell rings whenever I say, “Please, please, please” The menu folds forever, accordion in my hand I’m chewing through the options, not a bite of where I am [Bridge] Pass the peaches, pass the pie Pass the reason I came by All this plenty, plate on plate Still I’m hungry at the gate [Chorus] Every plate is my favorite, bring another, bring it near Sweet, salt, sour, sugar—still the empty waits right here Fork goes left, heel goes right, let the table rearrange I can taste the whole world, but the wanting doesn’t change [Outro] Clear the table, set it new Leave one place and hunger too
