Sunday Afternoon (You)

Well it’s not the way you smile

As cheerful as a child

Who’s found a peaceful patch of grass to lie

And it’s not about the way

You breeze about the day

Like a feather floating easy in the sky

It’s the little things that we talk about

Making faces ‘til we’re both laughing

Never know that times ever passing by

With you on a Sunday afternoon

Does it harm me to confess

It’s not just the way you dress

But the way you claim the center of the room

It’s not just the way you sigh

As you look up at the sky

And trace the flight of someone’s lost balloon