On Days, Off Days
Beep, beep
Waking me from my sleep
Interrupting my dreams
The quiet, dewy dawn
Over before I can breathe it in
A bitter aroma, a warm wake up call
Indulgent and cold too soon
And burdensome tasks demanding attention
Well through the afternoon
Slowly, so slowly the clock passing time
When I’m away from you
Stretch, yawn
Without an alarm
Come a little closer
Taking our time and taking things slow
What will we do, who knows?
Whatever it is, whatever the day
September, January, June
At home, on the road, on a mountaintop
It will all be over soon
Always too fast and never enough
When I’m alone with you