Half Asleep And Wide Awake

I saw the sun rise this morning from the far end of the wing, and the shadow on the clouds left by the plane*
Following the geese leading out of Michigan, in the dusty sky I traced your name. Leaving in the dark as the fog rolled out her mist like a shroud on the sleeping lake, leaving more behind me than I arrived here with — half asleep and wide awake, half asleep and wide awake
Who would see it coming: the movement of the stars, the falling and collision in the meeting of two hearts?
You had to have some magic or some tricks up in that sleeve, rolled up to the elbow in the seams, or locked inside the canyon lines etched around your eyes, guarding some mystery
You were like a satellite carving out your arc, orbiting the midnight moon and I watched you from the fireside, I watched you play guitar, and I think I fell a little bit too
Who would see it coming: the movement of the stars, the falling and collision in the meeting of two hearts?
My lips above your mouth were breathing in and out of time
Tomorrow you’ll fly your way, I’ll trail these birds south and I’ll see you next time
But I never saw that coming: the movement of the stars, the falling and collision in the meeting of our hearts
I saw the sun rise this morning from the far end of the wing and the shadow on the clouds left by the plane
Leaving more behind me than I arrived here with half asleep and wide awake…