Lorna

Dancing in the Kitchen With the Day

There\'s a rhythm as the kettle boils

A chorus in the toaster

I live alone for good or bad

So have to make the most of

 

Most times I can forget the past

And see the time before me

It sometimes even looks all right

Especially in sunlight

 

And when the dawn creeps cross the floor

To offer daylight romance

We set the rhythms to the chords

And sweep the floor with dances

 

We cook our breakfast to a waltz

And scramble eggs to lindys

Sometimes we get up on our toes

And pirouette the windows

 

The Day and me...