1st verse:
I wake up to another morning and still feel the...

We take for granted every day,
The morning, the sunrise, and we don't pray...

Erode away the soil, let the nutrients become...
Make the meat putrid, and all the livestock...

1st Verse:
I'm not thinking about you, and I don't care...

You take for granted each and every day,
The morning and the sunrise, but still you do not...

The cold moves in again,
Quite a forlorn embrace of dread...

A blank look upon your face endures,
A misery in your heart is pure...

1st Verse:
I wake up in the morning, looking at the empty...

I lay in my bed, as I have for forty days,
Listening, listening...but always in a daze...

Miles and miles have driven us apart,
And I have had half a dozen new starts...

Erin of the Sycamore,
Holding in more pain than anyone has ever bore...

Wishing for something,
But I don't know what it is...