dawn is gray
dawn is gray
and autumn shed its color –
the sky offers none,
the ground offers none,
nor the trees.

turn up your collar,
it’s getting cold.
turn up your collar,
winter’s coming.

i thought i heard birds
but that was tuesday.
on faith alone
i believe there’s a sun –
the sky offers none,
the ground offers none,
nor the trees.

turn up your collar,
it’s getting cold.

•••

it’s not what we choose,
it’s a light we discovered
fate lit in one hand
and snuffed with the other.
it’s not what we choose ,
‘not what we choose,
‘just something we were born to lose.

•••

dawn is gray,
dawn is gray.
i bet the debt we don’t see rain –
the sky offers none,
the ground offers none,
nor the trees.

the sky offers none,
the ground offers none,
nor the trees.

turn up your collar, winter’s coming.

©2004 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP