Cup in Our Hands

[Verse 1]
Cold day
But this cafe’s glowin’
Fog on the window
World’s out there snowin’
You slide in smilin’
Steal my chair
My plan
And you wrap both hands
Round that little white can
[Chorus]
Hot cup of coffee on a cold day
Steam risin’ up between our faces this way
You tell the dumbest joke
And I laugh like it’s gold
Baby
That’s the best kind of day we could hold
Yeah
Hot cup of coffee on a cold day
Warmin’ up my hands and my soul the same way
With you smilin’ across from me
Nothin’ better I know
Just a cup in our hands
And all this time to glow
[Verse 2]
You say
“My nose is freezin’” (hey!)
I say
“That’s just good reason”
To lean in closer
Share that corner seat
Your leg taps time
To the beat in my chest
So sweet
[Chorus]
Hot cup of coffee on a cold day
Steam risin’ up between our faces this way
You tell the dumbest joke
And I laugh like it’s gold
Baby
That’s the best kind of day we could hold
Yeah
Hot cup of coffee on a cold day
Warmin’ up my hands and my soul the same way
With you smilin’ across from me
Nothin’ better I know
Just a cup in our hands
And all this time to glow

Warm big-band swing in the Michael Bublé lane: brushes on snare, upright bass walking soft in the verses, then brass swells and jazzy piano hits lifting a crooning male vocal in the chorus. Energy starts cozy and intimate, then blooms into an easy-swinging, smile-inducing groove with tight backing harmonies on hooks and a brief horn riff between sections., soul