Kitchen Table

Oh, the best part of being a kid

Is the tile on the floor where you sit

While adults talk, you play under it

At the kitchen table

Oh, the worst part of being abused

Is telling your parents the news

After everyone's finished their food

At the kitchen table

No matter how far I run

I'm right back where I begun

I am willing, I am able

To come back to the kitchen table

Where it's all been said and done

And it is what it is, and it is what it was

And the best part of being alive

Is getting stoned while your friends drink their wine

And you laugh so hard that you cry

At the kitchen table

I imagine my heart looks like this

And a chandelier hangs over it

And there's always a place you could sit

When you feel unstable

I am willing, I am able

To come back to the kitchen table

Where it's all been forgiven

And it is what it is, and it is what it was

Yeah, it is what it is, and it is what it was