I've grown accustomed
To his face
He almost
Makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed
To the tune
He whistles night and noon
His smiles his frowns
His ups his downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out
And breathing in
I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I could always be
That way again and yet
I've grown accustomed
To his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
I've grown accustomed
To his face
He almost makes
The day begin
I've gotten used
To hear him say
Good morning everyday
His joys his woes
His highs his lows
Are second nature
To me now
Like breathing out
Breathing in
I'm very glad he's a man
And so easy to forget
Rather like a habit
One can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed
To the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to his face