The Pot & The Kettle

The kettle walked home on a Sunday morning

Looking like a new man to Mama's surprise

Fire in his heart and numbers on a napkin

Twenty-one, falling in love by midnight

Pot was hungover and sent it to voicemail

That poor boy went on for a while

The stammer in his voice was damn near endearing

Something 'bout hearing it, well, it made her smile

Boiling water, making steam

Matches mixed with gasoline

They'll keep running till the train runs out of track

Soulmates live to seek each other

Black sheep seem to flock together

Puzzle pieces find their other half

That's what happens, that's what happens

That's what happens when the pot calls the kettle back

Late nights lead to church bells and tin cans

Honeymoon shine will lose its sheen

Who knew outlaws ran 'round in minivans

Looking at bigger backyards with a car seat

But when they're both antiques

And the dust is settled

When the kids don't visit

The pot and the kettle keep

Boiling water, making steam

Matches mixed with gasoline

They'll keep running till the train runs out of track

Soulmates live to seek each other

Black sheep seem to flock together

Puzzle pieces find their other half

That's what happens, that's what happens

That's what happens when the pot calls the kettle back

The pot calls the kettle back

That's what happens, that's what happens

That's what happens, that's what happens

When the pot calls the kettle back