Morning comes, so full of its own importance With a single piece of gold upon its tongue To chase away the shadows so they hide under the stones Until the afternoon when they grow long
And in the summer morning comes, it comes too early When in the winter she will always come too late You can’t rely on the morning to awake you Because mornings never give, they only take, take, take
Summer’s child, you’re prettiest when you’re sober With a tied and tattered promise in your mouth To chase away his demons so they hide under the stones You only give him him so much Then you head for home
For he will follow, like a swallow, ever after As well you know for you have planted every seed He can rely upon your being there to meet him But how long you will be there you will not concede…
Evening comes and I will not fight the darkness For the darkness holds forgetfulness and sleep I won’t chase away the shadows if they hide me For they hide me from the vigilance she keeps
And you would not lead a thirsty horse to water Like you would not heed a beggar in the street Your only thoughts are for yourself, for your own sanity and health And while you kick over the traces you just take, take, take
And you… Oh you break me every day And your heart is a hard stone at my heel Oh Rebecca, cease to be, Oh cease your torturing of me Oh cease your endless trials and troubling of my brain Rebecca you could drive a man insane