Sitting, with coffee stains on my white t-shirt

My jeans worn and torn

Flowered flip-flops,

Wishing you were here

To make my dreams come true,

Just a quiet Sunday afternoon

Thinking of you.

Went to a flea market

Looked at old records

Some Janis and Lennon,

Wished you could go

To tell me your favorites,

Just a quiet Sunday afternoon

Thinking of you.

Later, I went to the park

Found a bench

Looked up at the heavens,

Wished you were there

To witness God’s creation,

Just a quiet Sunday afternoon

Thinking of you.