The Morning Song

It's five thirty a.m. Laying here thinking again The sun is so beatiful Smiling pink in the sky I'm wondering why This doesn't happen all the time But then maybe if it did It wouldn't be so blinding A deep light rose But I know what I mean It's something to be seen Have you seen it? It's five thirty a.m. Laying here thinking again That deep light rose Pushing pink through my window Rosy and light, but daytime's not quite here I hope I can sleep I should knowing I can keep This sun in my mind I'll never go blind With this memory Of something to see.