Where Birds Sing

When sun shines through a window early in the morning,

And a fresh pot of coffee brews and fills the house with a smell of a Columbian roast,

Whistling song birds sing from their nests, that's where I find my comfort.

I don't need a vast field of flowers with fireflies illuminating our smiles.

I don't need a view where I can see for miles.

Slippers, robes, and a movie on a rainy night,

It's sure to calm my nerves just right.

I don't need to see new sights, or take expensive flights.

I just need you to hold my hands, while we listen to our favorite bands.

Let's not take a trip in our car, let's find our comfort where we are.

No candle light restaurants, no fancy meals

Just a subtle glow of a TV screen, to me it sounds like a deal.

No picnics under the stars, let's just find comfort where we are