By the Morning

I shall wait here, wait 'til daybreak, 'til the sun lights up the windowsill.
The fog lies thick and opaque on the houses, and on the hills,
and still my heart is longing for some change to come on the landscape.

To show me that the night would finally end,
and that you'd be here by the morning.

I can hear the train, it rumbles far away, but still I know
it carries on, taking its people to places where they long to go.
It swells my heart to think that I'm moving so slow
from night to night with nowhere else to go

but you show me that the night would finally end...

and that you'll be here by the morning.






I wrote this song probably about 6 months ago. It's always been one of my favorites because of its succinctness.
That's the hardest thing for me in music, is to portray an idea with enough vagueness so that the listener can fill in the cracks. So many songs I've written have been five or six minutes long because I felt a need at the time to make crystal clear what I was communicating, then more often than not I ended up with a throw-away song. But this song is very short, and very small in scope. It's a simple song about hope and anticipation.
It's got a train in it, which I like.

It swells my heart to think that I'm moving so slow, from night to night with nowhere else to go.
It's true, I am behind. I've never had a chance to make any real quality recordings of the songs I love. I have written a plethora of songs but I've always seemed to lack the chance to share them with someone. I do love these songs, but something like that doesn't really reach its potential until you can share it with someone else and see that it touches them. I'd like my music to touch someone someday. It has happened in fleeting moments in the past, but seldom. More often I've been told that my music makes for a great sedative.