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Woken up, those New York mornings, shivering bones |
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Thinking how the air welled up, her old brown stone |
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Close down to kiss her, marks time past flown |
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So hard to find it in us to leave these dreams, to leave these dreams |
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Growing up, Ohio mornings, sleeping in late |
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Ducking out the window, the school I hate |
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Listening to my mother talking with her neighborhood friends |
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Underneath the drone guitar of lucky man |
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Stranded out, those Florida beaches, poor as a joke |
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Sails fly in Merritt Islands' lazy blue coast |
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Cool refrains of ocean rain echo off of my head |
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Celebrated Summer, friends and brothers, the freedom we fell and you're what I remember |
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Shining down the L.A. highways, glorious sun |
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Far from you, from my home, and everyone I love |
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Sinking in the shallow end of her infinite pools |
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Silver lakes and palisades and Malibu |
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Woken up those lost young mornings somewhere in Spain |
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I couldn't say the towns I slept, my lovers' names |
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Pouring in on Sunday, heaven's church bell rang |
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I didn't know my purpose 'til I stood and sang for crowds of passing faces |
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Woken up to this new April's sleepy gray skies |
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The rain has swept the dust that left, the gutters rise |
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The fog it spills into the hills, crawling out east |
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The windows weep beside now, though she sleeps and I, now have I found her |
