Track 2 of the album Horizon Songs · 2013

The Café That Learned My Name

“A love song to a place that slowly learned who you were. We kept the harp very quiet so the voices could do the warming.”

cinematic pop · cinematic pop · folk hymn · 3:18

Lyrics

First week, I pointed at the menu board
Stirred my cup in silence, quiet and ignored
Then Thursday came, a smile across the bar
"The usual?" she said, and there we are

Steam on the window, rain upon the street
A corner table and a warm retreat
The barista hums along to the radio
Funny how a town can start to know

Oh, the café learned my name
Wrote it on a cup in careful hand
Now the streets feel less like strangers
And more like a place to stand
Warm, warm, the morning's gentle flame
The café learned my name

A man with a newspaper nods hello
We trade the weather, soft and slow
Small things stitch a city into home
A saucer, a spoon, I'm not alone

You never notice when it starts to change
The way the faces stop being strange
One kind word and a warm cup, and then
You belong to a place again

Oh, the café learned my name
Wrote it on a cup in careful hand
Now the streets feel less like strangers
And more like a place to stand
Warm, warm, the morning's gentle flame
The café learned my name

The café learned my name