My favorite food, my favorite day
A tree in a park, to sit in and play
A baby niece, with eyes so sweet
And a spirit so true, I should watch and learn how to
A dream so big it was never really dreamt
A dead end job with 401k and benefits
Financial woe, so big and strong
I wake up at night out of breath and out of song
Not a song
A house of love that once sang scales
Up in those high octaves that communicate with whales
A wife with a hole right through her heart
Nothing clear in sight except the night and the dark
I can't even sing like I usually do
So I sit and I wait for the sun to break through