Table

[Intro]
Don't worry about it
Ready?
One, two, three

[Verse 1]
He prepares a table for me and
One of these days I'll have to sit down and eat
He returns with a carload of groceries
And I never ask where they came from

[Verse 2]
Corrects my hand as it's holding the knife
Cutting up vegetables quickly and fine
For the pot on the stove
For the line out the door
Give me your tired and poor

[Verse 3]
He pours a pool of salt in my hand
Showing me how I ought to throw a little bit
Over thе surface like rain, the surfacе like rain
On the wicked and righteous
The laymen and saints

[Outro]
Let me fix you a plate
We can find you a place to sit down
Have you ever tried trying to run out
Of everything you got?