Carpenters

You are the one who makes me happy
When everything else turns to grey
Yours is the voice that wakes me mornings
And sends me out into the day
You are the crowd that sits quiet
Listening to me
And all the mad sense that I make
(*) you are one of the few things worth remembering
And since its all true
How could anyone mean more to me
Than you
Sorry if sometimes I look past you