[Intro: warm acoustic guitar, Rhodes answering softly] Mmm Come on in We got plenty [Verse 1: intimate, conversational] There's a woman from the office Eating lunch out in her car Says she likes the quiet But I don't think that's all So I knocked against her window Held up half my apple pie Said, "We're eating in the break room If you wanna come inside" She looked at me like maybe I'd asked for something more I said, "Girl, it's just some pie Quit making this so hard" [Pre Chorus: bass enters gently] You don't have to know everybody You don't have to know what to say Sometimes all somebody needs Is somebody saving them a place [Chorus: warm soul harmonies enter] There's room at my table Pull yourself a chair If you came empty handed Baby, I don't care Take the bigger biscuit There's another batch somewhere You don't have to earn your seat Just bring yourself in here There's room at my table Yeah, there's always room somewhere [Verse 2: drums settle into an easy pocket] Old man down on Maple Buys one pork chop every week Used to buy 'em by the dozen When his whole house had to eat Now he takes his little basket And he's home by half past three So I made too much for supper At least that's what I told him when I called He showed up with a folding chair Like he didn't want to crowd By the time we cleared the dishes He was telling stories loud [Pre Chorus] You don't have to know everybody You don't have to know what to say Sometimes all somebody needs Is somebody saving them a place [Chorus] There's room at my table Pull yourself a chair If you came empty handed Baby, I don't care Take the bigger biscuit There's another batch somewhere You don't have to earn your seat Just bring yourself in here There's room at my table Yeah, there's always room somewhere [Bridge: drums drop out, acoustic guitar and Rhodes] Maybe making things a little better Ain't as complicated as we make it Maybe it's an extra plate A name you bothered learning A phone call you remembered A door you didn't close A little less looking past somebody And a little more saying Come on in [Final Chorus: full band returns, warm stacked soul vocals] There's room at my table Scoot everybody down We can fit another chair Just move those elbows out If you came empty handed You're in pretty good company Somebody brought too much potato salad Lord knows it wasn't me There's room at my table Stay as long as you please Nobody's counting what you brought Or what you're taking when you leave And if tomorrow finds somebody Standing where you used to be Save 'em the chair somebody Once saved for you and me [Outro: groove settles, Michele loose and smiling] Scoot over Yeah, right there Pass that biscuit See? Told you we had room
