In this foreign kitchen

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[Verse 1]
Midnight light, buzzing fridge
Window cracked, old chair creaks
Hands reach slow, cold glass ridge
Bread crust for the week
Oilcloth table, faded blue
No movement in the street
I sit, still not sure what to do
Counting the hours in retreat

[Chorus]
In this foreign kitchen, holding tight to something known
A bottle from my homeland sits quietly alone
Each swallow brings a memory, bitter then it’s sweet
Home feels far away, echoing beneath my feet

[Verse 2]
Peel the label, thumb the rim
Reminds me of those days
Broken voices, distant hymn
Gone in morning haze
Kitchen clock skips, soft and thin
Steam curls from the mug
Inside I carry what’s been
Longing like a tug

[Chorus]
In this foreign kitchen, holding tight to something known
A bottle from my homeland sits quietly alone
Each swallow brings a memory, bitter then it’s sweet
Home feels far away, echoing beneath my feet

[Solo] [Guitar & Harmonica]

[Verse 3]
Empty bottle, simple glass
Washed in running sink
Open window, cool night pass
Gives a man time to think
Sometimes peace is just a taste
In moments found, not planned
I linger here, no need for haste
Memory in my hand