Friday

I wake up in the morning the sun comes up the City has a heart attack while lonely hearts are calling from mountaintops I head towards the railway tracks my bags are packed and loaded and soft guitars are coming out the radio the magic of the moment is making me ask of you to Take me where the living is easy I’m not afraid staying here is making me dizzy it's not too late I walk upon the water what Jesus won't the rest of us will surely do and life across the border for all we know is better for both me and you if I begin to mention he summer rain the light upon your face at night just to get your attention I might give in or just let you know that Life goes on but I will be ready to let love intake control of my life in the city and state I'm in Take me where the living is easy I'm not afraid staying here is making me dizzy it's not too late