What can be said, this song is about being content with life. Sometimes it’s okay to search for the cure tomorrow.
lyrics
Awake before the sun comes up
With time to think about the world
And what's in store for me today
I scheme with no firm plans
Place the ground beneath my feet
It's not that I hate the workweek
But I'm at the helm, king of the boat
Dancing to a song that I wrote
Part edge part flow, to remind me that I'm free
I can see your hands are cold
So come inside
Without the laughter that you bring
I think that I'd cry
Have to share it with another…
I take my coffee black
Safe in the knowing that
The bitterness is confined to a cup
Lighten the corners of my month
And float away
I'm drunk on the liberty
Afforded by my whereabouts
I choose to turn the page
Or do I kick back or find a cure
For whatever ails the world?
I can see your hands are cold
So come inside
Without the laughter that you bring
I think that I'd cry
Have to share it with another…
I can see your hands are cold
So come inside
Without the laughter that you bring
I think that I'd cry
Have to share it with another…
Soulful guitar interplay form the heart of this lovely Americana collaboration from Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2018