The Dark Before the Morning

Everything that made the world I'd always known is dying The people and the lives they lived The confidence that comfort gives is gone But somehow still we've got to carry on I guess I've got to take your place and find some time for crying I've got this monument to build But every day's completely filled with static And I've got to get these rats out of the attic I hope these seeds can travel though the winds refuse to blow I hope I can remember everything you helped me know They say the old is dying and the new is not yet born So I sit here in the dark before the morning Don't think you ever understood the reason for my sorrow The future that I'd never feel Was a recent past that still felt real to you I never could convince you it was true There's nothing quite so worrisome or lonely as tomorrow That giant rocky field to plow And no one left to show me how to do it Just a rusty sickle lying where they threw it I hope these seeds can travel though the winds refuse to blow I hope I can remember everything you helped me now They say the old is dying and the new is not yet born So I sit here in the dark before the morning Tell me when I reach the easy part These unwept tears are rusting out my heart Now I'm older than I was, and the work is getting finer The twilight of my salad days The feeling that I just might raise a garden The feeling that my life is finally starting I wish that I could just get up and meet you at the diner Cup of coffee, plate of eggs To talk of life and news that begs a question To ask for your advice or your suggestion I hope these seeds can travel though the winds refuse to blow I hope I can remember everything you helped me now They say the old is dying and the new is not yet born So I sit here in the dark before the morning