loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again

oh those days of freedom
oh those days of nowhere to go
thats what love stories are made of

sometimes its nice to be near someone that's warm

and the daffodils are blooming
they used to be so sprite-ly
and now they cling to the concrete
the way i want to cling to you tonight

don't be fain by that change of direction
it's lucky to find a tequila tea-cup like me

i have this little alarm
that goes off
every morning right around now
only for a minute
but it's more consistent
than any of the traces of my past

i'll get up tomorrow and feel blessed
tomorrow's just another chance to win

getting up by sunrise
painting smiles again

and then the refrain
sing it willie