The Kitchen Storm

Verse 1

Beau is checking every light in the hallway

Six plates sitting on the wooden table

Four wild boys racing down the stairs

Scraping up the paint and shaking every stable

One has a grass stain deep on his knee

Another wants to climb the big oak tree

Pre-Chorus

Noise fills up the kitchen tiles

Swept up in their muddy smiles

We built this house with a plan

Harder than we ever began

Chorus

Jamie holding tight to the steering wheel

Just to find out how the quiet feels

The middle of the chaos is the place I stay

Watching every little ghost just fade away

Watching them fade away

In the mess of the day

Verse 2

Stovetop whistling through the afternoon heat

Lego pieces scattered for a tired pair of feet

Beau keeps the rhythm like a ticking clock

Running the errands around the block

Washing the jerseys from the Saturday win

Cleaning the cycle and starting again

Pre-Chorus

Walls covered in a sticky film

The smallest king in a plastic realm

No one knows how we manage the storm

Keeping the blankets heavy and warm

Chorus

Jamie holding tight to the steering wheel

Just to find out how the quiet feels

The middle of the chaos is the place I stay

Watching every little ghost just fade away

Watching them fade away

In the mess of the day

Bridge

Sleep is just a shadow on the floor

Quietly we close the master door

Four sets of lungs breathing soft and deep

Promises that Jamie and her Beau must keep

Chorus

Jamie holding tight to the steering wheel

Just to find out how the quiet feels

The middle of the chaos is the place I stay

Watching every little ghost just fade away

Watching them fade away

In the mess of the day