Lyrics

[Verse] Every morning starts the same, Mel in a flurry, "Where's my work phone?" she asks in a hurry. "In the fruit bowl," I say, but it seems she can't hear, As she turns the house over, growing near to tears. [Pre-Chorus] "It’s in the fruit bowl," I try once more, She's frantic, searching, it’s becoming folklore. "Melll" I sigh, as the tension grows, "WHAT!" she snaps, amid the throes. [Chorus] "It’s in the fruit bowl," but she never hears, I watch amused as she peers and peers. Our daily dance, it’s quite the show, Lost and found, in our home we go. [Verse] Car keys lost, just had them in hand, "I don’t know," she declares, and there we stand. "You’re useless!" she quips, though I just told her twice, This daily treasure hunt, our quirky vice. [Pre-Chorus] "Just had them," she mutters, searching high and low, Check the sofa, the bags, places they could stow. Frantic and frenzied, she searches with zest, While I point out, they're in her vest. [Chorus] "It’s in the fruit bowl," but she never hears, I watch amused as she peers and peers. Our daily dance, it’s quite the show, Lost and found, in our home we go. [Bridge] Mel takes a breath, her search slows down, Amid our cluttered, loving battleground. It's the life we lead, in disarray, Finding joy, in our everyday. [Outro] So here's to Mel, and her scattered ways, Misplacing things in a perpetual haze. It's in the fruit bowl, or right on the shelf, In this life we share, she’s my greatest wealth.