Sunday morning

 

 

Sunday morning
Praise the dawning
It’s just a restless feeling
By my side

Early dawning
Sunday morning
It’s all the wasted years
So close behind

Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you
Who will call
It’s nothing at all

Sunday morning
And I’m falling
I’ve got a feeling
I don’t want to know

Early dawning
Sunday morning
It’s all the streets you’ve crossed
Not so long ago

Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you
Who will call
It’s nothing at all

Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you
Who will call
It’s nothing at all
Sunday morning

Thursday morning

When did my desire to discover the new turn into a yearning for the comfortable? ┬áNever. I still love new discoveries and new arrivals but going back to old favorites reminds me of what I am looking for. Roll with the new? Absolutely. Just don’t roll over the old.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/apr/10/graham-nash-best-photograph