In the Morning

In the car, in the night I see the branches in the light Up the hill, down the stairs I see the waves beneath the flares And in the morning I put the water on We’re looking out through steam and mist And in the morning with a cup in hand We’re looking at the land we missed In the trees, around your home You see the places you can roam Calling me, calling her You see the evening is a blur And in the morning I put the water on We’re looking out through steam and mist And in the morning with a cup in hand We’re looking at the land we missed