A Song
©     copyright 2003     All Rights Reserved
Words and Music by Michael J. Gagliardi


The ceiling fan spins, on my bed I lay
Clock reads three hours, before it's time I start my day
and my phone is 98.6 degrees from tonight's sweet speak
pressed against my cheek is how you cuddle with me
There's no picture to create a view
And my head is filled with angelic thoughts of you
The ocean fills the gap between us two and oh
My baby, what will I do, what can I do

 
I'll write a song
And  dedicate it to your soothing touch
To your gorgeous eyes I miss so much
Having you there when I wake up


I'll write a song
And dedicate it to the smiles you bring
To your bleached blonde hair draped over me
To the feeling I get when it's me you see

 
But for now your voice will have to do
Til I'm back home with you

 
Morning rush, south highway drive
Coffee in hand with a smile wide
That's what your wakeup calls do for me
Periodically a text will say, "I hope your doing well today, I miss you babe, XOXO"
Hey, what's the countdown to the arriving plane
Bringing the 5'9" package that calls out my name
Exactly one day we have as our love intermission
And before we part I need your attention, oh baby won't you listen to your
 

Song
And dedicate it to your soothing touch
To your gorgeous eyes I miss so much
Having you there when I wake up


I'll write a song
And dedicate it to the smiles you bring
To your bleached blonde hair draped over me
To the feeling I get when it's me you see

 
But for now your voice will have to do
Til I'm back home with you