The Good Plates

Two blue plates from the market Wrapped up in yesterday's news You held them on your lap all day I carried home your shoes We ate our dinner on a box The table hadn't come You raised your glass to our new place I raised my glass to us

Get the good plates down, Anna Set them out for two Let the phone ring in the hallway I've been missing time with you We can leave the rest till morning Put the kettle on at ten Get the good plates down, Anna Tell me how your day has been

There's a chip along the blue one From the flat on Archer Street You won't let me throw it out You say, "It's only on the rim" We own a table big enough For everyone we know But half the week we eat apart Before the other one gets home

Get the good plates down, Anna Set them out for two Let the phone ring in the hallway I've been missing time with you We can leave the rest till morning Put the kettle on at ten Get the good plates down, Anna Tell me how your day has been

You say, "What are we celebrating?" I say, "You got home at six" And you laugh and take your coat off While I find the candlesticks Ten years since that little kitchen You still take my breath away I should say it when I'm thinking it So I'm saying it today

Get the good plates down, Anna Set them out for two There's no guest we're waiting up for I laid the place for you We can leave the rest till morning Sit a little longer then Get the good plates down, Anna Tell me how your day has been

Two blue plates from the market And an evening we can keep