My Day Is Made

Early morning, wide awake

Somewhere north of Santa Fe

Sometimes heaven feels nothing like home

So I sing my songs again

Ride the wind and sky and then

One more silent serenade

And my day is made

Sometimes I dream

I’m on an island watching waves sedate the sand

Somehow in my mind

The sunshine on my face becomes your hand

Heart is beating, world awake

Somewhere south of Tampa Bay

Feel like wading in and the work begins

Snow white seabird sails ashore

Tide enticing her once more

Weightless wings the only shade

My day is made

Just a single sweet old memory to fade

My day is made