The Table

A table was set for insight and bread Some wine, whiskey and beer We'd drink and smoke, telling serious jokes Every hour growing more and more clear My brothers would talk till the hands on the clock Fell over like wobbling towers We'd break it all down and head back to town Kept it goin for forty eight hours That's how I met your momma At a table for wisdom and grace Tan like the sands in New Mexico With the sun setting soft on her face She loved the tough conversation And always had something to say Without any hesitation She set out To set me straight Set me straight She set me straight Some songs I wrote played on car stereos And your momma said she liked what she heard "That's pretty poetry missing minor keys You need darkness inside your words" I knew she was right, took her hand that night For a life like a call from the wild There was no plan, I hope you understand Now her light burns in you my child That's how I met your momma At a table for wisdom and grace Tan like the sands in New Mexico With the sun setting soft on her face She loved the tough conversation And always had something to say Without any hesitation She set out To set me straight Set me straight She set me straight Too many times we think we know what's right We think we know the way But that's not the story that I have for you today She set me straight The love we found She set me straight Arms around