|
ITS A FAIRYTALE MORNING, THE OCEAN LOOKS TURQUOISE
|
|
AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY
|
|
THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND
|
|
IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY
|
|
THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND
|
|
THAT'S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES
|
|
ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
|
|
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE
|
|
SHE LAYS THERE AND TOSSES HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW
|
|
SHE PEEKS FROM THE BLANKET TO SEE
|
|
SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD BUT ACTS LIKE A WOMAN
|
|
WHENEVER SHE REACHES FOR ME
|
|
HER TOUCH BURNS MY SKIN AND THAT MAKES ME FRIGHTENED
|
|
SHE LOOKS LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH THERE
|
|
ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
|
|
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE
|
|
YES, ITS HARD TO BELIEVE I SPENT ALL THIS TIME HERE ALONE
|
|
TRYING TO FORGET THE HEARTACHES THAT BROKE UP OUR HOME
|
|
NOW THEY'RE GONE
|
|
WHY, SHE'S SEEN IT ALL, FROM THE START TO THE FALL
|
|
SHE KNEW ID NEED SOME PLACE TO HIDE
|
|
MY WIFE, SHE HAD TAKING THE BABY AND LEFT ME
|
|
WITH ALL OF THIS HATRED INSIDE
|
|
SHE'S BEEN MY FRIEND, SHE HELPED ME GET OVER
|
|
AND NOW THAT IM BETTER I SEE
|
|
THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
|
|
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Fairytale Morning
|
David Allan Coe |