In The Morning

on the roof we dance
old records spin romance
nose to nose we sway
to billie holiday
in the morning
i miss you most
drive to a mountain range
read shakespeare page by page
pronounce each word out loud
to the coyotes they will sound
in the morning
i miss you most
i walk the streets of philly
oh these days are ordinary
i can’t say that i’m not lonely
well, today i am just only
here without you
around
i miss your silent stare
your ears your lips your hair
i miss making you laugh
cut me an orange half
in the morning
i miss you most
when do we get wise
oh, when do we get wiser