I'm brooding over the fact,
that when I think of you,
it’s of making love and falling asleep,
and how limited it must be,
to have those expectations,
and to stay alone,
to have those expectations,
playing a thoughtful solitaire (repeat).

I wanted us to be farmers caring for the Earth,
and having breakfast with each other,
very early in the morning when the sun starts to clear,
starts to clear those dishes.

I didn’t want to listen to the time,
making reservations with Apollo,
only to sit and let the graying of your hair,
be my measurement.

But like faulty candles,
we burn too fast,
like faulty candles,
we shed too little light (repeat).

I wanted us to be farmers caring for the Earth,
and having breakfast with each other,
very early in the morning when the sun starts to clear,
starts to clear those dishes.

That when I think of you…….

Author - Kenny Bressack Music - Bruce Bressack

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