I woke up, this morning, thinking of you. The silence spoke to me, I was speakin to you. Not diggin' the ways of the World. Becoming deeper in you. Recieved gift of life like my little girl,. Now
I got lumps in my throat. When I saw her comin down the aisle. I got the wiggles in my knees. When she looked at me and sweetly smiled. Well there she is again. Standin over by the record machine