the morning's fire is sated by your voracious light
the sun called you a liar, but you took it in stride
and now you're sleeping still and i'm worried sick
you told me not to worry, to forget your bullshit
i'm in your waiting room
waiting for your time to come
i drew the shades at noon and prayed you were wrong
i'd sing every midwest song to keep you here
"gloria" to often ring in your ears
no brave morning leaves you unafraid
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