Writing

Is there anything left, maybe steak and eggs
Waking up to washing up, making up your bed
Lazy days, my razor blade could use a better edge

It's enough to make you laugh, relax in a nice cool bath
Inspiration for navigation of our new found craft
Oh, I know you, and you know me, it's always half and half

And we were, oh oh, so you know, not the kind to dawdle
Will the things we wrote today sound as good tomorrow?
Will we still be writing in approaching years?
Stifling yawns on Sundays as the weekends disappear

We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind
But dont disturb us if you hear us trying
To instigate the struture of another line or two
Cause writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough
To see it through

And we were, oh oh, so you know, not the kind to dawdle
Will the things we wrote today sound as good tomorrow?
Will we still be writing in approaching years?
Stifling yawns on Sundays as the weekends disappear

We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind
But dont disturb us if you hear us trying
To instigate the struture of another line or two
Cause writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough
To see it through

Cause writing's lightin' up, and I like life enough
To see it through