For Webster
Joe's in such a good mood. Outside, the sun's shining and the birds, they're singin', the way they never did in Bastogne or Landsberg. He ain't even gonna ruin a beautiful day by thinking about it. He can't believe he ever wanted to be a paratrooper. There's all these beautiful things to do instead.
Joe's baking, radio playing, dancing around the kitchen in his barefoot, singing to himself. He doesn't know the song so he's making up the words as he goes along. He's got flour on his shirt, on the denim of his shorts. These are going to be the best cookies in the world - perfect, and chocolate chip, of course.
What's the point of being in love if you can't do nice things every once in a while?
Joe's baking, radio playing, dancing around the kitchen in his barefoot, singing to himself. He doesn't know the song so he's making up the words as he goes along. He's got flour on his shirt, on the denim of his shorts. These are going to be the best cookies in the world - perfect, and chocolate chip, of course.
What's the point of being in love if you can't do nice things every once in a while?