I like Mondays with you here beside
The river in the winter holding hands,
And you're talking about your day,
All the the roadmaps, the distractions in your head.
You talk about last year, and I talk about the weather.
Well it seems better when you're here.
Well, I like Wednesdays,
Cloudy evenings, driving up the canyons late at night.
In your car we're painting pictures
With words we normally cannot find.
You pretend to fall asleep.
And I pretend to read poetry out of the signs we see up ahead.
You wait to walk with me under shady
Trees with sunburnt leaves that fall so slowly.
Mmm
Well, give me Fridays, or any weekday,
There's always a part that I like.
It's the part where we're together,
Whether rain, whether frost, whether fire.
You can read to me King James,
And I'll read to you a love song, or maybe sing you one if you like.
Cuz it's you dear, that I need here,
Every day, every night for all time.
Or even longer than forever. Give me you, cuz it's you that I like.