A sleepy, easy morning, with dreams still in your eyes.
What I heard was a peaceful, breathless kind of “Hi”
Stretching under blankets, as you let the day go by.
Then our conversation – cut short by company,
Turned to a lovely moment, where neither of us could be.
But in my imagination, it all became quite clear
Despite the miles between us, each phone call brings us near.
And in that one small word, without giving any warning,
My soul was called back home on that easy Sunday morning.
And, as each tomorrow slowly whittles away today
I’m comforted by that word that now sounds so far away.
Like a lyric in my mind that lingers on all day
I stop and have to wonder
What else is there to say?