Album Notes

Light on the creaky floor
It's a morning with open sky
And me at the kitchen table
I take a breath and reach for you

Where are the poets who write about happiness?
They make it seem like life is such a mess
But it's enough to be right here
While the light slips down and across your hair

I want to remember this:
Every light-stilled room
Your hair askew
The place you sit on the kithen stool
Swinging little legs
While you hum a tune

Where are the poets who write about happiness?
They make it seem like life is such a mess
But it's enough to be right here
While the light slips down and across your hair