Karen Morand

Lyrics

Kitchen words and music by Karen Morand
I’d sure like to fix you – God know that I tried
But you broke my heart, love with every lie
You’ve stolen and run far, felt hell fires burn
I’d sure like to fix you, but I think it’s your turn

So come to the kitchen, get your fill
I just know you’ll find what you need
I’ve been cooking all day just to hear you say,
“What’s for supper, what’s for supper?”

You’re broken and busted, frayed at the edge
Restless and rusted, toes to the ledge
You’ve lived some and lost all, cried more than you smiled
Come sit at the table. Child It’s been a while

So come to the kitchen, get your fill
I just know you’ll find what you need
I’ve been cooking all day just to hear you say,
“What’s for supper, what’s for supper?”

Throw off your baggage, put down your gun
Forget all the bad guys and the bad things they’ve done
Tell me your secrets, show me your scars
I’ll tell you I love you, I’ll show you the stars

So come to the kitchen, get your fill
I just know you’ll find what you need
I’ve been cooking all day just to hear you say,
“What’s for supper, what’s for supper?”