A Little Me Time

[couchgrouch]

A Little Me TimeUseta hide out in my roomspend late afternoonslist'ning to Dark Side of the Moonwith headphones ondidn't know who to thankwhen Mom found that glass orangatangthought it was a piggy bankwhen it was my bongafter all my chorespullin' weeds, sweeping the porchI was just lookin' fora little me timemy fav'rite part of the daywhen I'd cast my dreams on the windand float awayeven these days I findthat my grown up mindlikes a little me timenow I come home from workboots caked with mud and dirtsunburnt back and my muscles hurtfrom pouring concrete downtownI picture my pillowcasewhile my oldest says gracebut my wife gets a look on her facewhen bedtime rolls aroundso I crank the heaton our cool cotton sheetscos my sweetheart needsa little me timemy fav'rite part of the daywhen she pulls me close to her heartand floats awayI hope I always findthat my lady's mindlikes a little me timewhen she takes the kids to her mom'sI wave but the minute they're goneI'm lookin' for that old tapeI pop a beer and out pours a boywho still loves his Pink Floydand then for a while I escapeto a little me timemy fav'rite part of the daywhen I'd cast my dreams on the windand float awayeven these days I findthat my grown up mindlikes a little me time(c)2005 Robert George