Sink Full of Stories

(hummmm) Standing by a sink

full of someone else's dishes

Staring at a stranger in the mirror frame

He talks about a train ride

heading down to Georgia

But he never bought the ticket,

never knew the name

And my truck is sitting idle on the gravel drive

While the radio is singing just to stay alive (ohhh)

I'm the king of this porch,

I'm the king of this town

Even if you're not around

to watch me wear the crown

Yeah, my heart might be heavy

but my pride is a spark

Just a petty little fire

burning in the dark

Your coffee cup is sitting on the counter sill

I'll wash it when I want to,

or I never will

I'm the king of this porch,

I'm the king of this town

Even if you're not around

to watch me wear the crown

Yeah, my heart might be heavy

but my pride is a spark Just a petty little fire

burning in the dark

Just a petty little fire...

In the dark (mmmmm)