Two Forks, One Pot
Style: Blues slow dance

[Verse 1]
Two forks stirring one old pot
Iron heavy, logs burning hot
You hum low while the steam climbs
I forget to count the time

[Pre-chorus]
Smoke gets into everything we own
Still I'd rather stand here than alone
Something's building I can't quite name

[Chorus]
Grace, you steady every room
Grace, you clear the smoke and gloom
Nothing fancy, nothing rare
Just your hand and my hand there

[Verse 2]
Potatoes turning soft and slow
You lean in to check the glow
Ash lands light upon your sleeve
I would not want you to leave

[Pre-chorus]
Smoke gets into everything we own
Still I'd rather stand here than alone
Something's building I can't quite name

[Chorus]
Grace, you steady every room
Grace, you clear the smoke and gloom
Nothing fancy, nothing rare
Just your hand and my hand there

[Bridge]
No need for candles or for wine
Just this fire and you close by mine
Whatever we're making, it's enough
Simple food, simple kind of love

[Chorus]
Grace, you steady every room
Grace, you clear the smoke and gloom
Nothing fancy, nothing rare
Just your hand and my hand there

[Outro]
Two forks resting on the rim
Still stirring slow, still here with him

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