His Short Quip When Eddie’s Bothered

It's 5:30 a.m. in west Missouri
I'm waiting for the sun in a perfect breeze and highway hum motel parking lot's neon geometry
I'm up and out before the sun and I'm singing like Harry Nilsson
Awake alone in love with my misery
'Cause when trouble comes I say thank you
This is a discipline that works best when forgotten
When trouble comes just say thank you
People it's all yours, please see it -
It all must be seen to be seen through
Just trust your needs to feed you
So when you're lying awake
Afraid the sky might crack open and fry
The clouds up like scrambled eggs
Remind yourself
When trouble comes to say thank you