The best time of day

It's become my favorite time of day. The morning. I've never been a morning person. Not a morning person didn't even begin to describe it.

But then insomnia set in...hard. I'd even hate to go to bed. I'd stay up as late as I could, watching a movie or worse, forcing myself tired, hoping I'd just plow through the night. But whatever it was, it never worked. Nothing could keep down the troubles rising in my head. And then just as quick, after a long time, it went away.

Now I sleep all through the night until the alarm goes off. (Currently we're waking to Jan Garbarek.) It's hard to believe I'd be wide awake at five. That's in the a.m. And now, I can sleep in and I don't race for a train anymore, and my commute is a civil 30 minutes door-to-door.

But my favorite time is still sitting on couch in the morning with my best friend with a cup of coffee and talking.

If I had my way I'd be in your town
I might not stay but at least I would've been around
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Does this make sense It doesn't matter anyway
Is it coincidence or was it meant to be
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk
Conversation with you was like a drug
It wasn't your face so much as it was your words
Cause there's something about what happens when we talk
Something about what happens when we talk

I've learned to appreciate whatever good life brings my way.