In The Kitchen Songtext
von Umphrey’s McGee

It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt differnt and it started to show
As every breath resembled smoke
I was short of opinions and I wanted to know
If you′d still be here tomorrow
Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago
The T.V.'s on too much
And I don′t ever think enough
About the things that matter most
Or what can make me old
And there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing
A melody with smoke
I don't expect a smile when I come home


I hope there′s not enough to fill a hole
I′m further from the source to feel the floor
It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt differnt and it started to show
As every breath resembled smoke
I was short of opinions and I wanted to know
If id see your face tomorrow
Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago
The T.V.'s on too much
And I don′t give a flying fuck
About the things that matter most
Or what can make me old
And there's no argument
For wasting time on the internet
Complacently replacing
A melody with smoke