Lyrics A Sweet Suspicion - Michael Shynes

Mama's cookin' in the kitchen
And our stomachs have eyes
We take a seat at the table
As the sun splits through the open blinds

And Dolly's barking from the front yard
She wants to come inside
We got a sweet suspicion that these are good times

And that our sunrise will come
And that our goodbyes are never gone

Feel that rhythm let your mind let go
Pickin' upon the subtle signals of your sight
The selfish disconnected all the things you had
Perfected when the wind changed with all its might
I think we better learn sometime

Now we're walking through the courtyard
And leaves roll over out shoestrings
We speak of family and love
The only true things
I hope that vanity is dead
The queen says off with its head
And we can lay under the clouds
Saying we can be proud of the men we became

Do you see that wall
Knock it down
And do you see my face
I'll always be around.