Sunday Morning, February 12th

The light crept in through the sides of the curtain
I wanted to stay, i wanted to close my eyes
But the cold floor met my feet
And the house settled as i made plans to leave
Staring out the through the single pane
I traded my clothes for the ones made for outside

The soft rain spotted the sidewalk
And promised in the sky, to fight back the waiting sun
While the dark green grass cut fresh
By an old friend stood waiting
The doors locked from the inside
Opened as they always had before
The watts and the hertz
The amps all burst in to a soft hum life
That let’s me know everything’s all right

And it’s the first time thank you
And it’s the first time i praise you

You make the ordinary, so extraordinary