As I wake up in the morning
I hear the sound of raindrops pouring down
Down
On my head I strum my guitar
I hear a voice from afar
Repercussions, silent explosions
Sitting on the front porch
Drinking hot coffee from an oven, thinking
Momentarily blinded by the light
Of you the sun that I might see
To be free
Dream of me
Evening comes and I try to sleep
Count my sheep while waiting for that sweet slumber
Tomorrow I remember