What the Morning Was After

I've been here before
Feeling like ten years old
Left all the others and opened the door
And you emptied my banks of their gold
Left all the rivers and let them dry
Walking into the sun
One lonely mountain of ice in your eye
Not a trace we had ever begun

Planting a field for a thousand times
Painting the walls with rhymes
Left all the planets and found us a place
With the dreams falling flat on their face
Put all the pieces back again
Or put them on a train
Gave up the day time, went looking for night
With the smoke turning yellow in light

Think of a semi-detached little love nest
With a built-in garage
Picture a perfect retreat in the country
Eating the cakes of the Darby & Joan Club
At the jumbo sale
Try not to notice the cobwebs on windows

Go to another town
Hiding the feelings there
Spend all my money, forgetting the love
Your faces below and above
Taking a plane for America
Hoping to find the stars
Bridges all burned and the boats overturned
And the humming-birds drowned by the cars

I filled up with hope for the better things
Ooh, it was in the past
Now all I need is some more streamlined wings
And the pieces of you that will last