Replenished - Vic Chesnutt

Sitting in the breakfast nook

Flipping through a saucy book

Browsing for a bit of titillation

(That's what you do, that’s what you do)

Morning is warming

On your mouth

Last days of direct sunlight

For this part of the house

Move into the great room

Get the clean corn broom

Sweeping up a sad old pillar of salt

(That's what you do, that’s what you do)

You’re feeling glummer

As summer dies off

Something was released

With autumn’s first cough

Matter seems immaculate

Until it’s consumed or distressed

See her with her kitchen soap

Cleaning up the breakfast she knows

It’s never finished

'Till the other’s replenished

It’s never finished

'Till the other’s replenished

Propped up on the mantel piece

Throphies stuffed in a life that flies

A couple of seconds can be a long time

If’n it’s froze, if’n it’s froze

Matter seems immaculate

Until it’s consumed or distressed

See her with her kitchen soap

Cleaning up the breakfast she knows

It’s never finished

'Till the other’s replenished

It’s never finished

'Till the other’s replenished