Awake

4 in the morning
rain in the air
Magnolias are blooming
the sky is moving
and I have nothing to fear

the birds warble and marvel
at the darkness

Sitting on my front porch
waiting on the storm
I can smell the growing things,
the world is awake with me
(Sleepless with me)

Make me a promise that can't be kept,
bottom of the hill,
bottom of the steps.
End of the street,
glass in my feet,
prettiest stranger I ever did meet

Smoke in my lungs
and clouds in my head,
there is no room,
for me in my bed.