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Mike Thomas
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Mike Thomas
Composer
Lyrics
Sunday mornin' on the front porch sippin' coffee
Stealin' every last minute that we can
'Til that Southern sun rises on a dreamer
Who'll set those dreams aside to shift those gears again
The ballgame and the ballet last Friday
I've lost count of all the milestones I've missed
Yes, I've gone astray searching for an answer
I've made some bets I surely regret
When the house is flush, the chips no longer matter
I'll be going all in on us
There'll be plans to make, dreams to chase
They'll be time for us, when the house is flush
This rig it just ain't big enough to handle
The price tag that's hanging on our dreams
And the miles & tolls have cost us more than I imagined
They ain't worth the time and distance in between
I thought these risks and roads were bound to lead to freedom
I'd hit a run of luck and draw a winning hand
But there's no short cut to easy street
It's time for a long goodbye again
When the house is flush, the chips no longer matter
I'll be going all in on us
There'll be plans to make, dreams to chase
They'll be time for us, when the house is flush
I took my chance, nearly lost it all
When I laid it on the line
Then you took my hand, lead me back to a simpler time
When the house is flush, the chips no longer matter
I'll be going all in on us
There'll be plans to make, dreams to chase
They'll be time for us, when the house is flush
Sunday mornin' on the front porch sippin' coffee
Stealin' every last minute that we can
Written by: Mike Thomas