[Verse] The coffee’s cold and the porch light’s low, Footsteps pause on the old wooden floor. You said you’d never come back here, But the screen door creaked and you were near. [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t know what to say, just your name, Held in the silence like a prayer. [Chorus] Biscuits warm and gravy slow, You’re back in the kitchen, where the broken things glow. No map, no clock, no second chance to hide— Just your hand on the plate, and the world feels like home, Yes, it feels like home. [Verse] You’re not the boy who ran down the road, But the man with scars and a story to show. The dirt’s still on your boots, same as before, But your eyes light up like the dawn’s first door. [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t know what to say, just your name, Held in the silence like a prayer. [Chorus] Biscuits warm and gravy slow, You’re back in the kitchen, where the broken things glow. No map, no clock, no second chance to hide— Just your hand on the plate, and the world feels like home, Yes, it feels like home. [Bridge] We don’t rewrite the past, we don’t need to, Just a plate and a promise, that’s enough for me. Every mark you carry, every tear you’ve cried— They’re not gone, but they’re not the only thing we’re tied to. [Chorus] Biscuits warm and gravy slow, You’re back in the kitchen, where the broken things glow. No map, no clock, no second chance to hide— Just your hand on the plate, and the world feels like home, Yes, it feels like home. [Outro] Biscuits warm and gravy slow... Just your hand on the plate... And the world feels like home.