The morning is wet dog damp and cold
Sunrise is slow to climb over the horizon
Dawn moves toward me as if confused.
Night is gone, washed from earth's sleepy eyes
Day seems to linger on the other side of the world
As if someone over there is unwilling to pass it on.
Sunrise is slow to climb over the horizon
Dawn moves toward me as if confused.
Night is gone, washed from earth's sleepy eyes
Day seems to linger on the other side of the world
As if someone over there is unwilling to pass it on.
