By David Allen Coe
Dedicated to Meme for being there
ITS A FAIRYTALE MORNING, THE OCEAN LOOKS TURQUOISE
AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY
THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND

IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY
THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND
THAT'S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES
ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE

SHE LAYS THERE AND TOSSES HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW
SHE PEEKS FROM THE BLANKET TO SEE
SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD BUT ACTS LIKE A WOMAN
WHENEVER SHE REACHES FOR ME
HER TOUCH BURNS MY SKIN AND THAT MAKES ME FRIGHTENED
SHE LOOKS LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH THERE
ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE

YES, ITS HARD TO BELIEVE I SPENT ALL THIS TIME HERE ALONE
TRYING TO FORGET THE HEARTACHES THAT BROKE UP OUR HOME
NOW THEY'RE GONE
WHY, SHE'S SEEN IT ALL, FROM THE START TO THE FALL
SHE KNEW ID NEED SOME PLACE TO HIDE
MY WIFE, SHE HAD TAKING THE BABY AND LEFT ME
WITH ALL OF THIS HATRED INSIDE
SHE'S BEEN MY FRIEND, SHE HELPED ME GET OVER
AND NOW THAT IM BETTER I SEE
THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING
AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE