By David Allen Coe

Dedicated to Meme for being there.

ITS A FAIRYTALE MORNING, THE OCEAN LOOKS TURQUOISE

AS IF IT WAS PAINTED THAT WAY

THE WAVES HOW THEY RUSH FROM THE SHORE OR THE ISLAND



IT CARRIES MY VISION AWAY

THE SUN SEEMS TO BLIND THAT PART OF MY MIND

THAT'S SEARCHING FOR YESTERDAYS RHYMES

ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING

AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE



SHE LAYS THERE AND TOSSES HER HEAD ON THE PILLOW

SHE PEEKS FROM THE BLANKET TO SEE

SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD BUT ACTS LIKE A WOMAN

WHENEVER SHE REACHES FOR ME

HER TOUCH BURNS MY SKIN AND THAT MAKES ME FRIGHTENED

SHE LOOKS LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH THERE

ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING

AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE



YES, it's HARD TO BELIEVE I SPENT ALL THIS TIME HERE ALONE

TRYING TO FORGET THE HEARTACHES THAT BROKE UP OUR HOME

NOW THEY'RE GONE

WHY, SHE'S SEEN IT ALL, FROM THE START TO THE FALL

SHE KNEW I'd NEED SOME PLACE TO HIDE

MY WIFE, SHE HAD TAKING THE BABY AND LEFT ME

WITH ALL OF THIS HATRED INSIDE

SHE'S BEEN MY FRIEND, SHE HELPED ME GET OVER

AND NOW THAT IM BETTER I SEE

THE FIRST DAY OF SOMETHING

AND I WONDER IF IT COULD BE LOVE