26 Nov 2005
The fridge buzzes, the rocking chair groans
Kettle has boiled dry as a bone
Lists and deadlines should be running through my mind
But I sit here thinking of you
I’ve got the great American novel in my head
A lifetime of books to be read
There’s a song in the headlines screaming to be born
And I sit here thinking of you
There are dishes to be washed and bills to pay
There’s a world to be saved
But you can find me here doing what I do best
Sitting and thinking of you