Writing

Is there anything left, maybe steak and eggs

Waking up to washing up, making up your bed

Lazy days, my razor blade could use a better edge



It's enough to make you laugh, relax in a nice cool bath

Inspiration for navigation of our new found craft

Oh, I know you, and you know me, it's always half and half



And we were, oh oh, so you know, not the kind to dawdle

Will the things we wrote today sound as good tomorrow?

Will we still be writing in approaching years?

Stifling yawns on Sundays as the weekends disappear



We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind

But dont disturb us if you hear us trying

To instigate the struture of another line or two

Cause writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough

To see it through



And we were, oh oh, so you know, not the kind to dawdle

Will the things we wrote today sound as good tomorrow?

Will we still be writing in approaching years?

Stifling yawns on Sundays as the weekends disappear



We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind

But dont disturb us if you hear us trying

To instigate the struture of another line or two

Cause writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough

To see it through



Cause writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough

To see it through