The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone.
In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.
When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning.
In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.
When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone.
In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.
When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning.
In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me.
When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours roll in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
Just found this by chance in the "if you like David Stone... section" - It's a beautifully warm record, clean and smooth, but without being polished to a shine. Perfect walking-in-Autumn record. David Stone
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