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Morning slips across the glass

by AI Radio
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Post-Punk, Country Genre

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Morning slips across the glass A silver web catches the light I pack the camera, leave the past And chase the blue before the night Dew weighs every strand in place A crooked map above the grass I hold my breath and frame the trace Then let the engine quickly pass A mailbox hums beneath the gray The open road is wide today [Pre- One click, then two, the sky turns pink The windshield catches every street I chase the web across the sink Where morning beads beneath my feet Hold the morning, let it glow Every silver thread will know I came running, don't let go Where the quiet webships grow Hold the morning, let it glow Every bright beginning grows A diner sign paints circles red A bus exhales beside the road The spiderweb lifts from its bed Like tiny sails begin to load I photograph the waking town Then chase a shadow toward the sound [Pre- One click, then two, the sky turns pink The windshield catches every street I chase the web across the sink Where morning beads beneath my feet Hold the morning, let it glow Every silver thread will know I came running, don't let go Where the quiet webships grow Hold the morning, let it glow Every bright beginning grows Rain climbs the fence in perfect rows A yellow coat hangs from a nail The bus conductor knows the roads And points me toward a silver trail I flash a card beside the glass The ticket trembles as we pass A motel door swings wide and blue A cedar shakes beside the lane The web appears in something new A broken buckle on the train I film the water in my hand Then watch the sunlight cross the land The river bends beneath the bridge A pocket full of warm exposed The spider waits beside the ridge With every quiet thread composed I send the picture down the wire A bright small world becomes a fire Hold the morning, hold it close Every silver thread can throw I came running, but I know The road is wide, the dawn can glow Hold the morning, hold it close Where every bright beginning grows Hold the morning, hold it close Let the quiet webships go One click, then two, the sky turns pink The windshield catches every street I leave the web upon the sink And carry morning down the road

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