Verse 1
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?
Verse 2
Greenhouse Full Of Butcher's Broom, Breezes At My Back
Some Time Before The Sun Comes Up, The Earth Is Gonna Crack.
I Look Down At My Hands, Like They Were Mirrors.
Interlude
Verse 3
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.
Outro
