"Morning light paces the fog and,
Cuts through my window like laughter into sorrow,
Makes the movement and stir into the day.
This is nothing more than just tomorrow,
It's still here it didn't go away,
But I guess that it's okay,
'Cause I can wait a little while longer.
Been talking all my life,
Dancing in the dark with lot's wife,
You know that thorn in your side can always make you stronger."