Songbirds Sing At The Dawn

I walk the night

I make some rounds

It’s not as big and heavy-handed as it probably sounds

But still it's the nighttime

And it’s the most time

When I get things creeping through my mind.

Turn out the light

Walk up the floor

This could be where it ends for a thousand people

But I end up out the door

Out on the nighttime

Where the speckled sidewalk shines

And the moon makes every shadow get a little more refined.

Morning in the Morning

Is fine enough to see

The whole wide world is lit up in your face

Same old shining sidewalk, but a different melody

Is humming in the background of each side-street, moving always

I used to lay up when I was a kid

Looking out the drapes of my bedroom

Looking out for what was hid

Until this one night I saw a woman with bare feet white

Walking straight across my backyard

Walking straight out of sight.

Now it's not just heartache

Old as the hills

And it's not just a young heart's gut desire

Out looking for a thrill

It is the night-time

And it's a thin line

That makes me wonder what that girl was looking for

And wonder what I'm trying to find.

Afternoons in afternoon

Against a summer day

The world is lit up and laid out in your face

Same old shining sidewalk, doesn't have the same to say,

Humming in the background of each side-street, moving always

Some say that songbirds sing at the dawn

I could almost say it was true depending on which side of day you are on

Cause when their song is big and clear

Well the daylight is almost near

But it's black as night and loudest in your ear.