Alpha Incipiens

Morning comes to a stuttering halt,

Cool breezes blow, it's somebody's fault

As summer heat tries to burn through and

I look over to warn you that something's happening.

Morning glories climb the wall, and

You speak in a slow drawl and

I'm trying to piece together what you're saying

But the birds are screeching and the hounds are baying

I don't remember there being any hounds around here

Move back and we clink our glasses,

Raise a drink to our thirsty mouths,

Thick as molassas, Ice cold vodka

eases in as the low pressure system brings the breezes in

And they chasser and piroutte above ya

The only thing that I know is that I love ya

And I'm holding on.