#ValentineDay #acousticonetake #that_is_my_day_everyday

Friday afternoon [Verse 1] it' Friday afternoon, we've finished our tea Browsing new books from the public library Just thinking about the years we've been wed Making loose plans for the road up ahead.

He's sitting in the chair right next to me Head dropping down as he sleeps actually He'll deny any drowsiness when he awakens And firmly believe that I am mistaken.

[chorus] It's Friday, or Monday or Tuesday again it could be a weekday or a weekend But he's my drowsy husband, and I love him so I return with my day, that's my status quo.

[Bridge] Years may roll on like the turn of a page We’ve softened with time, not hardened by age The days may be simple, the moments small But love’s in the quiet between it all

[verse 2] It's time to plan dinner, and I look around I get up slowly and barely make a sound I look for the veggies, I peel and dice Making a favorite stew, that will be nice.

The kettle hums low on the back of the stove The windows are fogged from the warmth that we wove He stirs in his seat and lets out a sigh Pretending he wasn’t just dreaming nearby [Chorus] It’s Friday, or Monday or Tuesday again It could be a weekday or weekend He’ll drift in his chair, then swear he was fine And I’ll let him think that he’s sharp as his prime [Verse 3] He wanders in slow with a sheepish grin Says, “Resting my eyes, I was thinking deep within.” I laugh and I hand him a spoon for a taste He nods like a critic with excellent taste Oh time keeps ticking, steady and slow Like steam rising soft from the stew on the stove He’s my drowsy husband, steady and true And I wouldn’t trade these afternoons for new