Every Plate Is My Favorite

[Chorus]
Every plate is my favorite, bring another, bring it near
Sweet, salt, sour, sugar—still the empty waits right here
Fork goes left, heel goes right, let the table rearrange
I can taste the whole world, but the wanting doesn’t change

[Verse 1]
A silver cart rolls in with a parade of tiny suns
Pear tart, peppered peaches, noodles curled like question marks
You say, “Pick one.” I say, “I’ve been waiting all my life.”
Then the waiter lifts the lid; I ask what’s coming after that

[Chorus]
Every plate is my favorite, bring another, bring it near
Sweet, salt, sour, sugar—still the empty waits right here
Fork goes left, heel goes right, let the table rearrange
I can taste the whole world, but the wanting doesn’t change

[Verse 2]
There’s a throne made out of napkins, there’s a moat of melted cheese
A little brass bell rings whenever I say, “Please, please, please”
The menu folds forever, accordion in my hand
I’m chewing through the options, not a bite of where I am

[Bridge]
Pass the peaches, pass the pie
Pass the reason I came by
All this plenty, plate on plate
Still I’m hungry at the gate

[Chorus]
Every plate is my favorite, bring another, bring it near
Sweet, salt, sour, sugar—still the empty waits right here
Fork goes left, heel goes right, let the table rearrange
I can taste the whole world, but the wanting doesn’t change

[Outro]
Clear the table, set it new
Leave one place and hunger too