Early In

Driving down to that house I run out of water Fainted in the kitchen Maybe it was weather Never stop being seen You get what you bring Crying in mother's hands Early in the morning Play guitar in the yard, Fall apart And you look up to see the pyrocumulus has dawned And you breathe in the smoke until you cannot feel at all Try to cope, 'till I choke Then I wrote a poem So that when you came in I would win you over Then we'd drive out to that house I'd run down to get it The hope I had - make me glad It's so bad Never stop being seen You get what you bring And you look up to see the pyrocumulus has dawned And you breathe in the smoke until you cannot feel at all