The interest in sharing anything about the day

Fun for a time, getting absorbed and hollowing out your little life

Nice to hear the piano being played from the kitchen,

A memory of the right hand of “I Loves You Porgy”

Little bird out the window in the same key

I know everything in its own time

As all patience gets cast in a pale blue

Still you make like this is the best season of your life

Making up some ground and then going sublimely blank

Just throwing in the rocks and building up the dam

Dark hair long gone grey and you get used to anything

And if you ever wake up lonesome in the night will you ever do a thing about it?

I know everything in its own time

As all patience gets cast in a pale blue

Still you make like this is the best season of your life