The story behind this song
The kitchen runs wrong without her. The Sunday recipe came out close-but-not-quite, the radio plays to an emptier room, and her chair sits at the head of the table where it's always been. She's in a hospital bed across town with the grandkids' drawings taped beside her, the nurses already knowing her coffee is two creams. The lilac by the window is holding its bloom.
For the mom the whole household is waiting on — take all the time your body needs, the porch light's on, and home isn't home without you.
Lyrics
Nobody hums like you
Your chair sits at the table's head where it's been all along
We're learning what you carried by the weight of it on us
Rest easy in that hospital bed — and let us make the fuss
Now it's our turn
The porch light's on, your garden's holding through
Take all the time your body needs, we're able
To wait right here — but home's not home without you
The nurses know your coffee order, two creams, like you said
We hear your voice on speakerphone and pass it round the room
The lilac by the kitchen window's saving you its bloom
We never doubted that
The porch light's on, your garden's holding through
Take all the time your body needs, we're able
To wait right here — but home's not home without you
Then you'll catch us in your kitchen, getting everything half right
The porch light's on, your garden's holding through
Take all the time your body needs, we're able
To wait right here — but home's not home without you
We kept your seat, we kept it warm
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