Tune

On these sunny days I sadly feel blue

Where is the phone call that you said would happen soon?

Now my guitars out of tune

and my body aches in the afternoon

but for some reason I can't wait to tell you.

On these darkest nights I'm still not tired 

quit my job before I could get fired  

then I hear your voice on the radio 

and you sang my name so now I know 

I'm still your love even at your shows.

My guitars now in tune

and I dance in the afternoon

but I still can't wait to tell you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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