sunday morning

It is  Sunday morning and it’s not coming down  I am drinking my coffee , contemplating  the  flowers on the wall  and I just play solitary  till dawn, and yet  everyone tells me I have nothing to do, that may be but I just  go on this way till you walk back in to my world.    you  see I am  the  only one that knew you wouldn’t stay till you had your taste of the great white  way  bright lights and fun times this what you had to have .

I know that you will be back once the new wears off of it all and you see what you missing at home  I  am  the only one that know you will back.  I know cause I did the same thing many years ago , but the new a d fun  wore off  cause  the friends I found there  were not real , when they  got tired of me  they moved on to the next  fresh face .    So my love sow your wild oats and then come home to the one true love that is waiting for you.

It  is  Sunday morning and it not coming down iam  drinking my coffee, looking out the window  hoping  to see you on the steps  and I will do this  till the day you come home  oh yes  my love  every day is Sunday  here  I have no use for time  till you come   home  when the new wears off  the the great white  way     .