Track 9 of the album Orchard Road · 2015
Honey, the Bakery Lights Are On
“The baker starts kneading at four while the town is still dreaming. This is my love letter to anyone who works before sunrise.”
country · early-morning country · bright twang · 3:41
Lyrics
Four in the morning and the town's still dreaming But the baker's already kneading the dough Flour on his apron, radio humming Little yellow window with a golden glow Honey, the bakery lights are on Warm bread rising before the dawn Cinnamon and coffee on the cold street air Somebody's up and somebody cares Honey, the bakery lights are on Come on in, the night is nearly gone Truckers stop for a roll and a smile Nurses coming off the late-night ward He knows every name and he knows every order And he never lets anybody pay for more Honey, the bakery lights are on Warm bread rising before the dawn Cinnamon and coffee on the cold street air Somebody's up and somebody cares Honey, the bakery lights are on Come on in, the night is nearly gone I met my sweetheart over a morning bun She reached for the last one, so did I We split it in half and we split the sunrise Thirty years later we still sit by Oh, there's a kind of love that wakes before you Gets up in the dark to make the day It's in the warm bag handed through the window It's in the things that people never say Honey, the bakery lights are on Warm bread rising before the dawn Cinnamon and coffee on the cold street air Somebody's up and somebody cares Honey, the bakery lights are on Come on in, the night is nearly gone The bakery lights are on Come on in, come on in