As I wake up in the morning<br />
I hear the sound of raindrops pouring down<br />
Down<br />
<br />
On my head I strum my guitar<br />
I hear a voice from afar<br />
Repercussions, silent explosions<br />
<br />
Sitting on the front porch<br />
Drinking hot coffee from an oven, thinking<br />
Momentarily blinded by the light<br />
Of you the sun that I might see<br />
To be free<br />
<br />
Dream of me<br />
<br />
Evening comes and I try to sleep<br />
Count my sheep while waiting for that sweet slumber<br />
Tomorrow I remember