You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do
& this is what I have to say to you:
today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together.
it's beginning to look a lot like...
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.