Lockdown will test us this, love of ours
Days turns into weeks and counting the hours

Your thoughts are escaping turning to words from within
Yes, I do know it's Friday my turn to empty the bin

And yes I've washed my hands as soon as I came back
And I heard you singing that song hit the road Jack...…..

So I popped a cork, poured you a nice glass of wine
 The smile on your face says we're doing just fine