It's four in the morning, the last dregs of the evening I sit and rock on the front porch swing, ‘til the morning sky starts bleeding It's cool and it's quiet, bats and owls lay down beside it Mourning doves breathe a sigh, as a shadow passes by
Well well well - it's so hard to tell There's a line between the light and dark Between heaven and hell
Well well well, well, well, well it's not easy to see What's out there on my left or right Or what's right in front of me
There is magic in the dawning, a black and white Escher drawing Night pivots on its axis and turns into the day Devils close down shop and move along Angels wink and slide familiar palms And say, "Good night good luck 'til the day comes round And out on the other side"
Well well well - it's so hard to tell There's a line between the light and dark Between heaven and hell
Well well well, well, well, well it's not easy to see What's out there on my left or right Or what's right in front of me
Well well well - it's so hard to tell There's a line between the light and dark Between heaven and hell
Well well well, well, well, well it's not easy to see What's out there on my left or right Or what's right in front of me
It's beyond my understanding, so much depends on where you're standing Yet I hold it up into the light, to take a better look And I've been plenty wrong before, chose the tiger behind the door But it always seems to make more sense in the pale morning air
Well well well - it's so hard to tell There's a line between the light and dark Between heaven and hell
Well well well, well, well, well it's not easy to see What's out there on my left or right Or what's right in front of me