Lyrics

Morning to Evening
© 2003 Jason Paul Johnston

It's 9:34 and I'm hitting the floor,
I just wish it was PM not AM.
I like to hit the ground running,
but I was running now I'm slapping -
The pavement, the pavement, the pavement
But there's a warmth in the gravel
that sticks in and travels
Much deeper than I had intended
And a comfort in knowing, that there's nothing below me
To fall to, to fall to, to fall to
To fall to, to fall, to, to fall to
Chorus:
I know the higher path is buried beneath these sidewalk cracks
I guess the brightness of my night it darkens all of my daylight...

The clock says 3:10 and I slip to the basement,
Just wish it was PM not AM
But my life is a flipping, of morning to evening
My timing, my timing, my timing

Head in my hands catching tears, catching plans
Catching brainwaves that might just slip deeper
I'd let go if I could help it, I would strip if I could shed it
Right off me, right off me, right off me
Right off me, right off me, right off me

Chorus:
I know the ancient path is buried deep beneath these sidewalk cracks
I know the way of light is covered by my darkened sense of sight

Bridge:
I know you are true. And I know you are you.
I have seen you in the shadows, felt your moisture in the dew.
I guess I'm just a flake. I've got this habit of mistaking that I don't see you making...
A way for me when I'm lost, a sail for me when I'm wave tossed
A rudder for this wandering soul, a little better me...a little more whole

It's 8:24 and I walk out the door- It's morning, it's morning, it's morning