Cynthia G. Mason

The Way The Morning Came

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Lyrics

the way the morning came sunday struck pins and needles then awaking to your name that was some dumb luck the way the morning came every minute was a track star with no skill for running late the promised pause that never came every detail and disorder every feeble human trait i would give each one a name even if i knocked the clock off let you stir even if i doctored pages from the calendar time would be the same it could be illinois or texas i couldn’t keep the order straight but i fit the landscape in a frame and i got what the allure was i myself could hardly wait i’d be there when the hour came so when you go the ways we mark it will differ though time will be the same