my soul belongs to the flames that rise up from the grill,
My heart is flipping in white wine in a skillet,
And my arms are full of burn marks,
I show them off to tell the world
“I chose a career that switched me from my dysfunctional family to another one”

By the time I’m home I smell like sweat and food,
Sometimes too tired to wash the day away,
I fall in my bed, too awake to fall asleep.
I’m in love with what I do,
And After 20 years, I’m finally home.