Slices of Joy

(hmm-mmm) Five AM we turn the key

Flour on our aprons,

tea for you and me

But the front glass has a different view today

Streaming ribbons

where the shadows used to play

Then the bell rings and the kids are in the hall

Streamers hanging off the bakery wall

Neighbors walking in with roses in their hands

And we are standing here with different plans Forty years of baking

bread

Look at all this love instead Spin me round behind the counter

floor

We don't need to lock the door (hahaha)

Old man Miller starts to hum the tune

Suddenly we're dancing under paper moons

Sifting sugar like it's falling snow

Where did all the quiet mornings go?

Forty years of baking bread

Look at all this love instead Spin me round behind the counter

floor

We don't need to lock the door (hoo-ray!)

(hey! hey! hey!)

Still spinning round

(mmm-hmm) Just the flour on the ground