High atop this morning
I preach from my hill
And if I catch you yawning
Just humor me instead
Bright blue morning when you caught me getting high
Criss-crossed morning when you found me getting set to fly
The sunshine seems so bright
My red eyes seem so bright
White-hot morning
Those blind refuges
Did I catch you yawning when I found you down on Charlotte Street?
The sunshine seems so bright
My red eyes seem so bright