Dinner Table

Born in the war

You had dreams of being a ballerina

Saw the photos last time that I seen you

You had my mom when you were 23

I heard that she was trouble just like me

You like painting pictures

Writing poems

I guess that's why my words just keep on flowing

I wish that I could read the things you write

I'm tryna learn the language so I might

Three generations

Born in different decades

Some things have changed

But we got the same old heartbreak

You tell me stories

That happened back in your day

And I find it funny

'Cause somehow I still relate

We're dancing in different clothes

Falling in love

Until

We let it go

But still there's magic in something as simple

As three women sitting round a dinner table

You tell me you've

Been in love with elvis since the 50s

How my mom danced to bowie in the 80s

But I'll never truly see things through your eyes

'Cause all the pictures

They're in black and white

Three generations

We've all made our mistakes

Look in the mirror

And see your face in my face

Everyone who knows us

Thinks that we're all crazy

But I guess that's exactly

What makes us a family

We're dancing in different clothes

Falling in love

Until

We let it go

Still there's magic in something as simple

As three women sitting round a dinner table

All the good old days

And the city lights

Those little town jobs when money was tight

All your vintage pieces

I'm wishing were mine

All our darkest moments

Our wildest fights

All the names we cursed cause their love was a lie

All the secrets we'll keep until we die

It's something as simple

As pouring your heart right out

As three women sitting round a dinner table