I got ripplin' waters to wake me. To the morning, my woman and love. And tall pine trees are pointing us easily to Heaven above. Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening. Takes the chill aw
The milk truck hauls the sun up. And the paper hits the door. The subway shakes my floor. And I think about you Time to face the dawning gray. Of another lonely day. It's so hard. Living without