Из альбома: Paste Magazine Sampler #30: April 2007
You and I here all alone
Sunday morning here at home
The sky is blue as the coffee's strong
It's true
But then I open my eyes
To this dream realized
In front of me
Oh and I haven't got a clue
What in the world is happening to me
I think I'm happy
Like the first day of summer vacation
Happy when I get some rest and relaxation
Happy like the choir on Sunday morning
Sweet and true
Sister when you cook that way
Sweet distraction rules the day
The kitchen table honey just might break
To the sound of you and I rockin' our bodies
I don't understand why I wasn't your lover man
A hundred years ago
The fellas are gonna have to understand
And tip their hats to the man who scored
Hot damn I'm so happy
Like lovin' you all night long
Happy and sleeping on our front lawn
Happy like hearing my favorite song on the radio
Take me to the bridge
Cuz I've been round this world a hundred times
And I never knew love could happen this way
I think of you so often and I know that you are
Thinking of me too
That makes me so happy
Happy like the first day of summer vacation
Happy apple pie and relaxation
Like peace all round the world we're living on