You Are My Sunshine

spring curtains blow in the street breeze women's voices in the kitchen sharing news and family secrets I'm under the bed against the wall where they cant get me I don't want to be found. Here I can listen to the house happening not visible and they'll forget me and talk and I can hear things never said and all the things that are. I push my back up against the wall my grandfather is singing you are my sunshine on the back porch.