Morning Coffee Memories

(mmm-hmm) I remember Sunday mornings

Coffee cooling by the bed

The little things you said

That I still hear inside my head

Time is moving like a river

But I am anchored to the shore

Wondering if you ever

Think about me anymore

Oh, the memory of you

is a sweet sweet song

Playing on a loop all summer long

Yeah, the coffee is cold but the spark is bright

Guiding me through the longest night (yeah!)

Now the kitchen's quiet

Dust is dancing in the beam

I'm still living on the promise

Of a half-forgotten dream

And I know

we both went walking

Down our separate dusty

roads

But I still find myself talking

To the places we

used to go

Oh, the memory of you is a sweet sweet song

Playing on a loop all summer long

Yeah, the coffee is cold but the spark is bright

Guiding me through the longest night

I still hear it in my

head (mm-hmm) Sunday

mornings (ooh)