[Verse] Sun bites down on the steel so bright Atashka grins in the golden light Eggs in the pan They hiss and sigh A small feast cooked beneath the sky
[Chorus] Tea in the shade Stories unfold Laughter's worth more than silver or gold Pipes rise high Cranes stretch tall Life moves slow But it holds it all
[Verse 2] His vest worn thin But his heart feels thick The pan spins quick with a practiced flick The workers cheer as the eggs take form Under this sun The steel keeps warm
[Bridge] Skullcap tilted He hums a tune A song for mornings A hymn for noon The tea pours out The glasses gleam This simple life A vivid dream
[Chorus] Tea in the shade Stories unfold Laughter's worth more than silver or gold Pipes rise high Cranes stretch tall Life moves slow But it holds it all
[Outro] Eggs on steel A sunrise feast Life in the small things Joy released Atashka smiles The world’s his guest Under the sun He does his best
Style of Music
folk-inspired, storytelling, warm acoustic guitar with light percussion