Impromptu

(ding-dong) You hear a knock on your door

And you don’t know who it is

You open it and see me on the front porch

And you know what I’m back for

I know I should call,

but I don’t like to

It’s because I feel like I can only break through

By always giving you a visit

that is impromptu (impromptu)

I felt like I never belonged

Until you came into the picture

I finally felt seen and heard

In a world that don’t like giving comfort

I know I should call,

but I don’t like to

It’s because I feel like I can only break through

By always giving you a visit

that is impromptu

Next time you hear the knock on your door

You’ll know it’s me and you know I’ll probably need to talk

Or vent or share the latest news in my life,

cause I know you’re always there

Even though my visits

are impromptu

(yeah, always

impromptu)