[Intro] Coffee went cold. Kitchen went sideways. Song came out good, though. So... [Verse 1] Cup by the chair, Cup by the sink, One by the notebook I forgot to drink. Peanut butter open, Crackers on the plate, Coffee pot leaning Like it stayed up way too late. Watermelon waiting, Shake bag on the floor, One clean spoon surviving— I don't know what for. Walked into the kitchen Thinking, "What a sight." Then I saw the words I wrote Sitting there from last night. [Pre-Chorus] Could've washed the dishes. Could've cleared the room. But somewhere 'round midnight That guitar found a tune. [Chorus] The dishes can wait, The song couldn't. I should've cleaned the kitchen— Probably would've if I could've. Coffee got cold, Morning came late, But I caught something good Before it got away. Yeah, the house looks rough, But the song sounds great— The dishes can wait. [Verse 2] There're crumbs on the counter, A chord on the page, Three little words That wouldn't behave. Moved 'em to the left, Put 'em back again, Then the band showed up Somewhere around ten. Freddie found the pocket, Big J found the floor, Tiny hit the Hammond, Steve-o wanted more. Nobody touched a dish rag. Nobody made the bed. But by two in the morning That chorus had a head. [Chorus] The dishes can wait, The song couldn't. I should've cleaned the kitchen— Probably would've if I could've. Coffee got cold, Morning came late, But I caught something good Before it got away. Yeah, the house looks rough, But the song sounds great— The dishes can wait. [Instrumental — 8 Bars] Guitar and Hammond trade warm, playful phrases. No vocals. [Bridge] Funny how a mess can look Like nothing got done, Till you find four good verses And a chorus that can run. Every cup's a timestamp. Every crumb's a clue. This ain't poor housekeeping— It's evidence something came through. [Instrumental — 16 Bars] Warm electric guitar narrative. No vocals. [Final Chorus] The dishes can wait, The song couldn't. I meant to clean the kitchen— And someday I probably should. Coffee went cold, But the idea stayed, And I caught that little lightning Before it slipped away. Let the morning shake its head, Let the sink complain— The dishes can wait. [Outro] Coffee cup. Lyric sheet. Peanut butter. ...Where's the lid? Found the song, though.
