I start each day out the same. Stretching out my panda arms reaching for a guitar to playnbut now my best friend’s at my feet. I can tell by her tiny cries. Its time for us to eatnwe shuffle to that old wood stove. I put on a pot of tea and fill up both her bowlsnsince we have no place to go we bow our sleepy heads and clap along to the radionnit goes tra la la la la la lannmy brother lives on 14th and churchnhis hands hold so much joy his heart is filled with so much hurtnhe fell in love with a girl from the seanshe calmed his racing mind and held him until he fell asleepnthrough the years we’ve both seen our fair share of changenwe’ve had some victories but mostly we just made mistakesnhe’s got this piano tune he made even though he wrote it as a childnit’s still a hit todaynnit goes tra la la la la la lannive got this little house up north its not the biggest home but I paid what its worthnright now its just a place to keep my books and since I hardly readnI guess its just there for looks one day three schedules will alignnand finally the boys and girls will be in the same damn place at the same damn timenwith our voices hearts and strings we’ll fill those tiny rooms with so much lovenwe’ll just have to singnntra la la la la la lanngood morning to you!