Food for Thought

I'm cookin' up a stew I'm rockin' the potlucks I'm talk of the town Like who is the fella who's got the root vegetables down I'm whipping up some brunch I'm skilled with the skillet I waffle, I bake And I'd take a gamble on any old scramble I make How the thoughts stood still when stakes were high I fumbled fishing for a line I crumbled wishing I could Mix in with your palate but my Lightly tossed word salad was too Oily so this boy leafed through the Cookbooks for advice against the clock We had the spice but not the stock All that's left now just An old cookie crumble A memento Food for thought Food for thought Food for thought I'm makin' split pea soup I'm real epicurious, trying homemade with ham-hocks Yeah I'm serious, nothin' out of the box I'm clippin' up some thyme I grow my own rosemary Parsley and sage Heartbreak like all the old sayings Gets better with age How the thoughts stood still when stakes were high I fumbled fishing for a line I crumbled wishing I could Mix in with your palate but my Lightly tossed word salad was too Oily so this boy leafed through the Cookbooks for advice against the clock No matter how the dish was peppered Its success remained in jeopardy The mess was something deeper In the base how long to steep Or maybe we were face to face With oil and water in the bottom of the pot And what we got Would not suffice We had the talk We had the spice but not the stock All that's left now just An old cookie crumble A memento Food for thought Food for thought Food for thought