Nothing-special weekend and the paper on the floor
Nothing-special weekend, we don’t need nothing more
The coffee’s been refilled twice and the dog is on the rug
And we haven’t done a single thing of note except the hug
This morning when we woke and the breakfast and the slow
Navigation of the day with nowhere in specific to go
Nowhere in specific to be by any certain time
Nothing-special weekend is the best kind of the rhyme
Nothing-special weekend, the love in the unplanned
Nothing-special weekend, the love without a grand
Occasion or a reason or a destination set
Nothing-special weekend is the best weekend yet
Nothing-special weekend with the paper and the slow
Locomotion of the day and nowhere to go
Nothing-special weekend is the nothing-special best
Nothing-special weekend is the ordinary dressed
In itself with no ornamentation and no aim
Nothing-special weekend and I’d have it all the same
I’d choose this over the planned event any specific day
Nothing-special weekend is the only weekend that will stay
In the specific memory when the years go longer
Nothing-special weekend is the thing that makes me stronger
In the quiet certainty of where I’ve landed in this life
Nothing-special weekend and the woman who’s my wife
Nothing-special weekend in the ordinary year
Nothing-special weekend with the nothing-special beer
And the nothing-special dinner that we’ll figure out by five
Nothing-special weekend is the thing that makes me glad to be alive
Not the grand occasion and not the bucket list
Not the fireworks and not the holiday you’ve kissed
With the special decoration and the marked-off calendar square
Nothing-special weekend is the love right here