Sunday Blues

It’s Sunday morning baby

I am sitting out on the patio

The morning paper is open

The tea is on the table

You have been away for awhile

The days are starting to grow long

I grow weary of the waiting

The blues are hitting me hard

My days are always busy

This you know well enough

However you are with me

In the quiet moments of each day

The loneliness is difficult

My heart hurts from the pain

Relief is felt only

When I remember how we are

Yes baby, it’s Sunday morning

Another week has gone by

The tea is getting cold

As I sing the blues today

© 2010 27 june/cb