In the morning when I wake up;

my thoughts drift toward you, a recurring hiccup.

Always wondering just what you're doing;

putting on makeup, perhaps you're piddling.

I thank you for inspiring me to write this song;

you've always cherished music, no doubt that's lifelong.

George Straight has always been your real favorite;

you always sing along, and that's no concealed secret.

In the morning when I wake up;

it happens often, memories go giddy-up.

I may be pretending, perhaps it's just a dream;

did I really get so lucky like a drifting air stream?

Today is Monday, you're at the nail salon;

even if I only see you as an eidolon.

The cologne you gave me I still keep;

oh how I miss ya, it's just too darn deep.

If I could only turn back the hands of time;

there would be no foretime, only loving you full-time.

I'd grow my hair longer, even wear tighter-fittin' jeans;

would even take you on vacation to the Philippines.

In the morning when I wake up;

my thoughts drift toward you, a recurring hiccup.

One day I just may show up with my Indiana Jones hat;

no doubt about it, I'll stoop to kiss your doormat. 

Copyright (c) 2014 by George Warholak