Cold dawn won't comfort you,
Cold coffee won't see you through,
Cold sheets won't heal your heart,
Your frozen fingers of your name so tarred,
I know so rarely that things come your way,
Your ways are tender and your paths are straight,
Your mind's not lived in the way ours are set,
Your heart is open to love and regret.
Rings and letters they pass you by,
You wish them well and seldom cry,
For stones and promises and wedding sighs,
You've known the times that you've lived and died.
These sailors come by and spend time ashoe,
Their thoughts are hoarded as yours have been stored,
Your mind's not lived in the way ours are set,
Your heart is open to love and regret.
Outside in the morning air,
I hear the soundtrack of the blues-harp player,
It touches feelings that you don't arouse,
Knocks me back to that shuttered house,
Take me back when they're all out,
Take me back to that shuttered house.
Instrumental
I know so rarely that things come your way,
Your ways are tender and your paths are straight,
Your mind's not lived in the way ours are set,
Your heart is open to love and regret.
Love and regret.
Words and Music - Ricky Ross