Track 6 of the album Back Together and Barely in Tune · 2026
Hot Soup at the Top of the Pass
“Snow on the pass, chains on the tires and a pot of soup on the stove. The cosiest cold we ever sang about.”
folk rock · cosy folk · playful americana · 3:23
Lyrics
Snowing on the mountain, the van's in low gear Chains on the tires and the tape deck clear We crest the top of the pass at half past nine There's a little roadside diner with a glowing sign Four wet boots by the radiator's heat Waitress brings the soup and a basket of bread to eat Harmonica player steams up his glasses We laugh till the whole room passes Hot soup at the top of the pass Warm hands, cold glass Let the snow fall, let it pile up high We've got a booth and a candle and a sky Hot soup at the top of the pass A trucker in the corner raises his cup Says sing us something before you head back up So we stand on the linoleum, no mic, no stage Twelve strings humming, turning a page Hot soup at the top of the pass Warm hands, cold glass Let the snow fall, let it pile up high We've got a booth and a candle and a sky Hot soup at the top of the pass Somebody left the diner light on Burning bright till the break of dawn For every wandering soul that's lost their way Hot soup and a song, and a place to stay Hot soup at the top of the pass Warm hands, cold glass Let the snow fall, let it pile up high We've got a booth and a candle and a sky Hot soup at the top of the pass At the top of the pass Hot soup at the top of the pass