I started from the death of our cat, Ben. It grew from there.

Without You

 

i get up in the morning, i wash my face
i put my shirt on, i belt my waist
out in the kitchen i have a bite to eat
what was once the twilight is now the dawn i see

on the table lies the morning news
but i don’t read it, i seldom do
i’m going to write a letter, i’m going to sing a song
how it don’t feel right, how it just feels wrong

without you

there’s one white flower, there’s one red sun
there’s one old apple tree and there’s one new one
god made heaven and the angels sing
and on the day god made hope, god made spring

and then you

every monday, tuesday too
again on wednesday, thursday there’s nothing new
friday morning, then friday night
i sleep in on saturday, i go out saturday night
i fry some bacon, i shine my shoes
i watch sunday afternoon football
i take a sunday afternoon snooze
after supper, then i read
i shut out the light and then i dream

about you

i get up in the morning, i wash my face
i put my shirt on, i belt my waist
out in the kitchen i have a bite to eat
what was once the twilight is now the dawn i see

without you