Mourning doves built a nest on the patio last week, and I knew it was time
I've been watching and waiting
Wishing that the choice wouldn't be mine

Sleep—sleep, sleep, please sleep
Well, now you're drowsy in my arms
And I'm lost in the way your eyes blink

You're forever with me—etched elegantly into my skin
But I've been watching and waiting
And my arms are emptier now than they've ever been

Sleep—sleep, sleep, shhh sleep
Midnight vigil because I can't—
Still lost in the way your eyes blinked

Mourning doves are laying eggs on the patio—new life, soon-to-be, under our roof
Well, I'll be watching, and I'll be waiting
And I'll be naming the brood after you two