By David Allen Coe



Dedicated to Meme for being there.



ITS A FAIRYTALE MORNING, THE OCEAN LOOKS TURQUOISE



AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY



THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND







IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY



THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND



THAT'S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES



ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING



AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE







SHE LAYS THERE AND TOSSES HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW



SHE PEEKS FROM THE BLANKET TO SEE



SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD BUT ACTS LIKE A WOMAN



WHENEVER SHE REACHES FOR ME



HER TOUCH BURNS MY SKIN AND THAT MAKES ME FRIGHTENED



SHE LOOKS LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH THERE



ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING



AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE







YES, ITS HARD TO BELIEVE I SPENT ALL THIS TIME HERE ALONE



TRYING TO FORGET THE HEARTACHES THAT BROKE UP OUR HOME



NOW THEY'RE GONE



WHY, SHE'S SEEN IT ALL, FROM THE START TO THE FALL



SHE KNEW ID NEED SOME PLACE TO HIDE



MY WIFE, SHE HAD TAKING THE BABY AND LEFT ME



WITH ALL OF THIS HATRED INSIDE



SHE'S BEEN MY FRIEND, SHE HELPED ME GET OVER



AND NOW THAT IM BETTER I SEE



THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING



AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE