Dinner Table

Born in the war, you had dreams of being a ballerina
I saw the photos last time that I'd seen ya
You had my mum when you were twenty-three
I heard that she was trouble just like me
And you like painting pictures, writing poems
I guess that's why my words just keep on flowing
I wish that I could read the things you write
I'm try'na learn the language so I might
Three generations born in different decades
Some things have changed but we got the same old heartbreaks
You tell me stories that happened back in your day, and
I find it funny 'cause somehow I still relate
We're dancing in different clothes
Falling in love until we let it go
But there's magic in something as simple
As three women sitting round a dinner table
You tell me you've been in love with Elvis since the 50's
How my mum danced to Bowie in the 80's
But I'll never truly see things through your eyes
'Cause all the pictures, they're in black and white
Three generations, we've all made our mistakes
I look in the mirror, I see your face in my face
And everyone who knows us thinks that we're all crazy
But I guess that's exactly what makes us a family
We're dancing in different clothes
Falling in love until we let it go
But there's magic in something as simple
As three women sitting round a dinner table
All the good old days and the city lights
Those little town jobs when money was tight
All your vintage pieces, I'm wishing were mine
All the darkest moments, our wildest fights
All the names we cursed 'cause their love was a lie
All the secrets we keep until we die
It's something as simple
As pouring your heart right out
As three women sitting round a dinner table