Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"?
verse 2
Should I still feel all the sunshine
That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her?
Lord, we both know things could never ever be the way they were
verse 3
Her little girl illusions
Built the wall of confusion between right and wrong
That stands between her and the dream I had cherished so long
verse 4
Now faded and tattered,
once all that mattered when she was here
And a mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning dear"
Verse 5
Were the nights any sweeter
The mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"?