Dinner with Friends

Dinner with friends in cities where none of us live The face that somebody makes when you give 'em a gift Every once in a while when I wake up early without tryin' and catch a sunrise The feelin' you feel when you're looking at something you made The layers and ruffles of my favorite pink-champagne cake My home state of Texas, the sky there and horses and dogs, but none of their laws The shape of his eyes The shape of his nose The cute way he mispronounces certain words The smell of his clothes The things I would miss from the other side, mm-mm-mm Intimate convos that go way into the night The way that the sun on my floor makes a pattern of light And early in June when the fireflies first start to glow never gets old The shape of his heart My shoes by his door He loves me in all of the ways that I've never felt love before Things I would miss from the other side, mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm