Kitchen Table Still Life

[Verse 1]
The last drop of coffee in my Dolly Parton mug.
Jesse’s lunchbox on the counter, a superhero rug.
A streetlight makes a long gold stripe across the linoleum floor.
The old Kenmore fridge just started its humming war.

[Chorus]
(Loretta) Four seventeen.
(Harmonies) Four seventeen.
(Loretta) The only sound I own.
(Harmonies) All alone.

[Verse 2]
There's a loose button hangin' from the cuff of my good blouse.
A radio preacher's talkin' quiet 'bout a heavenly house.
I can smell the rain comin' on the July asphalt heat.
And the rhythm of my boy's breath, soft and sweet.

[Chorus]
(Loretta) Four seventeen.
(Harmonies) Four seventeen.
(Loretta) The only sound I own.
(Harmonies) All alone.

[Bridge]
Mama said, "That child's your anchor, girl, not your chain."
Some nights I darn near feel the difference in the coming rain.

[Outro]
(Loretta) Four eighteen.
(Harmonies) Four eighteen.