Shadows on the broad lawn canopy of trees

Sometime after midnight the ground is gonna freeze


Birds in the frosty air

What are they doing there?



Greenhouse full of butchers brooms

Breezes at my back

Sometime before the sun comes up

The earth is gonna crack



I look down at my hands

Like they were mirrors



Fresh coffee at sunrise

Warm my lips against the cup

Been waiting such a long time now

My number's finally coming up



All the neighbors come on out to their front porches

Waving torches

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