Nothing Unusual

This morning when I awoke, I thought of you.
It's nothing unusual, 'cause I always do.
Now the whole day through, you'll be on my mind.
It's nothing unusual, it happens all the time.
I'll hope and pray that you'll come by.
Then before too long, I'll begin to cry.
I'll remember how things used to be.
When we were together, just you and me.
Now everywhere I go, I'll have memories there,
But it's nothing unusual, 'cause I still care.
When the day's almost to it's end,
I'll wonder how many places you've been.
Then I"ll wonder if you thought of me today,
Or if any precious memories came your way.
I'll go to bed, and I'll think of you.
It's nothing unusual, I always do.
I'll lay awake most of the night,
And try to figure out what's wrong or right.
I'll think of how I'm in love with you,
It's nothing unusual . . .

Crystal Murphy
11 July 1972