Mieke Appel

Steve Slone

Mr. and Mrs. on the mailbox

Roses blooming in the yard

There's a bike and roller skates

Where I park my car

A welcome home welcome mat

I can't wait to get in

My wife comes to kiss me and then

This is where I usually wake up

The kids are playing supper's on

We bow our heads to pray

One by one I tuck them in

Just another perfect day

Fire's burning glasses chilled

On the couch our night begins

I reach out for her and then

This is where I usually wake up

I wish my dream would come true

And I would wake up next to you

The sun is rising through sleepy eyes

I look at my best friend

Whisper I love you, smile and then

This is where I usually wake up