breakfast with you

the morning songs are starting
as the birds greet the morning
and cats start to wander the neighborhood

across the street, they're backing out
headed off to work
labor that's hard, honest, and good

I get to lay here with you
and talk about the day
feel your feet on mine a few minutes more

The coffee pot is automatic
smell's pulling me awake
and I just heard the bathroom door

there's something sweet about breakfasts with you
the tater-tots and eggs
the way you mix together juice

it's the way heaven starts it's mornings
the way the world wishes it could
but I am the one who really gets to know
what it's like to have breakfast with you

the toaster oven has just popped up
the muffins into the air
though they're buttery, I want more

yeah, my hair is pillowed
yours is quite the mess
the dog is whining there at the back door

Don't worry 'bout the dishes
the kids can do them
may I have this dance as I go back to bed?

there's something sweet about breakfasts with you
the tater-tots and eggs
the way you mix together juice

it's the way heaven starts it's mornings
the way the world wishes it could
but I am the one who really gets to know
what it's like to have breakfast with you

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