When I don’t feel great, I get up too late.
And the sun’s now high in the sky.
The day’s now begun, but with hours less fun.
And I’m finding not much to say.
With coffee and torch, I head for the porch,
awaiting that first smoke of the day.
The music’s down low, the words start to flow.
And time’s now starting to fly.
I raise my head, thankfully not dead.
No need to question why.
With love all around, my two feet on the ground,
I see there’s no better way.