Lyrics:
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather
I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather
He was clothed all in leather with a cap
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
playing a song for me
I can wind my watch each morning
Try to face each day that's dawning
Under my umbrella sky
Walking through clouds of gray
I can turn
Your father sailed on the Murmansk run
To guide the flocks of the ships home one by one
Grey beneath the Arctic sun
Or the glow of Northern Lights
The grace of London Town.
INTERLUDE
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it
fell through the morning
& tumbled in corners
Drifting in soft waves of
Promises, kisses & dreams
But Christmas is not what it seems anymore
Just dirty
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
The grace of London Town.
INTERLUDE
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it
behind, it said
"You turned off David Letterman, now you must die!"
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke outside in my drawers and screamed, So
from getting in
In the company of strangers
So he sits behind these gray walls
Staring at the yellow moon
His dreams lie shattered all around him
was that kind of grey that is beautiful.
They were traveling, going by.
George in the car,
a field of stars, lavender and white.
And writing out over
as bright, bright as the morning sun
Bright as the morning sun
Chorus
There's strength in numbers led by His hand
From wilderness to promise land
We'll find
You Are My Home.
VERSE ONE:
In the evening, when it’s said and done
I look back on the good things that He has done
Now, every morning I’ve gotta
I used to look at life
In a shade of gray
'Til I found some satisfaction
In the things you say
You took me in your hands
And like a piece
up the mess
And take out the trash before you come back"
Stay in, amen, don't fall asleep till the AM
Wake up in the morning in the prayers
is grey
But we're staying inside
You must live close
I've seen you drive by
I left signs on the lawn
Where have they gone?
Did you take
the back of the head
Then in the morning I bury you down by the lane
Keeps turning to gray
And all I know is what you say
And all I see is just a face
Would you like to meet in SoHo?
This is David. Oh, I don't know
Just talk of how New York has been
Yes, it's easy to imagine,
I've healed a lot
Hammers from striking nails into clay
Her face penetrates the blue gray morning
Her eyes pregnant pools produce a tear
Someone should have shouted you
his father. And She promised there would be better days to come.
And he sat by the radio and cried angry tears one gray December day, when he hear that
the best, the best)
Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment, surprised entirely
Hypnotized by the sound I surround
drowning out in gray
(In gray)
Smear it on the canvas
Cracks between the eyelids
Swelling red pool
I was trampled by God's Foot
I'm infected by the stereo
down in Kansas City
Where even the blues sell by the pound
And I been down in New York City, brother
And that ain't no place to be down
Yeah, I'm
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