Food for Thought
I'm cookin' up a stew
I'm rockin' the potlucks
I'm talk of the town
Like who is the fella who's got the root vegetables down
I'm whipping up some brunch
I'm skilled with the skillet
I waffle, I bake
And I'd take a gamble on any old scramble I make
How the thoughts stood still when stakes were high
I fumbled fishing for a line
I crumbled wishing I could
Mix in with your palate but my
Lightly tossed word salad was too
Oily so this boy leafed through the
Cookbooks for advice against the clock
We had the spice but not the stock
All that's left now just
An old cookie crumble
A memento
Food for thought
Food for thought
Food for thought
I'm makin' split pea soup
I'm real epicurious, trying homemade with ham-hocks
Yeah I'm serious, nothin' out of the box
I'm clippin' up some thyme
I grow my own rosemary
Parsley and sage
Heartbreak like all the old sayings
Gets better with age
How the thoughts stood still when stakes were high
I fumbled fishing for a line
I crumbled wishing I could
Mix in with your palate but my
Lightly tossed word salad was too
Oily so this boy leafed through the
Cookbooks for advice against the clock
No matter how the dish was peppered
Its success remained in jeopardy
The mess was something deeper
In the base how long to steep
Or maybe we were face to face
With oil and water in the bottom of the pot
And what we got
Would not suffice
We had the talk
We had the spice but not the stock
All that's left now just
An old cookie crumble
A memento
Food for thought
Food for thought
Food for thought
I'm rockin' the potlucks
I'm talk of the town
Like who is the fella who's got the root vegetables down
I'm whipping up some brunch
I'm skilled with the skillet
I waffle, I bake
And I'd take a gamble on any old scramble I make
How the thoughts stood still when stakes were high
I fumbled fishing for a line
I crumbled wishing I could
Mix in with your palate but my
Lightly tossed word salad was too
Oily so this boy leafed through the
Cookbooks for advice against the clock
We had the spice but not the stock
All that's left now just
An old cookie crumble
A memento
Food for thought
Food for thought
Food for thought
I'm makin' split pea soup
I'm real epicurious, trying homemade with ham-hocks
Yeah I'm serious, nothin' out of the box
I'm clippin' up some thyme
I grow my own rosemary
Parsley and sage
Heartbreak like all the old sayings
Gets better with age
How the thoughts stood still when stakes were high
I fumbled fishing for a line
I crumbled wishing I could
Mix in with your palate but my
Lightly tossed word salad was too
Oily so this boy leafed through the
Cookbooks for advice against the clock
No matter how the dish was peppered
Its success remained in jeopardy
The mess was something deeper
In the base how long to steep
Or maybe we were face to face
With oil and water in the bottom of the pot
And what we got
Would not suffice
We had the talk
We had the spice but not the stock
All that's left now just
An old cookie crumble
A memento
Food for thought
Food for thought
Food for thought
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