In the Morning

There is a boy outside my house I see him at the oddest times Sometimes I see him when I'm going to bed And sometimes I see him when I'm waking up In the morning Today I followed him outside Over the rolling hills of sadness And quiet caves of solitude But now I see him everyday In the morning We traversed a river of dreams Made it to the sweet caverns of joy We climbed a hill of sighs Stole those angels back into our life We won't let go Not me and the boy Until we come back In the morning