It was cold in the kitchen
And the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different
At the start of the show
As every breath resembled smoke
Show of opinions
And I wanted to know
If it would still be here tomorrow
Because it was cold in the kitchen
And the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago

And the TV's on too much
And I don't ever think enough
About the things that matter most
Or what will make me old
And there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing a melody with soul

I don't expect a smile when I get home
The blankets that I stole
Should keep you warm
I hope you never find a filled hole
I'm further from the source
To feel the floor

It was cold in the kitchen
And the lights were low
As I slowly stumbled home
The air felt different
And it started to show
As every breath resembled smoke
Show of opinions
And I wanted to know
If it would still be here tomorrow
Because it was cold in the kitchen
And the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago

And the TV's on too much
And I don't ever think enough
About the things that matter most
Or what will make me old
And there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing a melody with soul