Things were made without a hint
When you broke into my scene
Yes I heard a morning call
Pick the new, over the lame
Put a "rebel" on your page
Life is waiting out of the door
You wake up, turn to fantasize
What the man will bring in sight
Step out of the "solitary being"
Hoping me to lay a finer, and cozier, and orderly base at home
Things go on without a break
The reality never gives its way
Parcels are piled up at the door
Gather thoughts and fill the ink
Put an "affection" on my page
Life adds weight on the floor
You wake up, turn to fantasize
What the man will bring in sight
Step out of the "solitary being"
Hoping me to lay a finer, and cozier, and orderly base at home
I could be the lullaby, be the songs you hear while spanning time
You might catch up with my riffs
Keep on dancing to the southern rhyme
When I'm hitting the major chord
Repeating all my love to you, my girl
Cross your fingers, you can see
There soon will be a finer, and cozier, and orderly base at home
Cross your fingers, you can see
There soon will be a finer, and cozier, and orderly base at home