Cold Morning

In fading light She sits on the screen porch rocks the metal glider It creaks off beat With the kitchen clock taken from the old store In these times I feel you here In the night In the night, the night, the night The air here Still smells of tobacco and oil Wafts into rooms Just when she forgets about you In these times I feel you here In the night In the night, the night, the night Cold morning You came without a warning Cold morning I would burn my hands to push back the sun I would burn my hands to push back the sun Into night Into night, to night, to night Air here It still smells of tobacco and oil It wafts into rooms Just when she forgets about you In these times I feel you here Cold morning You came without a warning Cold morning I would burn my hands to push back the sun I would burn my hands to push back the sun I would burn my hands to push back the sun