One day when the weather is warm,
I'll wake up on the hill,
And hold the morning like it was a plow,
And cut myself a row
And follow it until
I know better by God than I know now.
There was no taste of spring
In the breath you blew away
And nothing of a color left in your face,
And no way I could keep
The faith you lost in me
And nothing I could raise up in its place.
It's a truth I keep alone
In the guise of love and help,
It's an awful truth
To think I've always known
I gave my life to you
Just to save myself.
One day when the weather turns
as the sky is deep and wide
I'll cut myself a row
Like a man in his sleep
That will find me farther
On than all the times I've tried
One day when the weather is warm,
I'll wake up on the hill,
And hold the morning like it was a plow,
And cut myself a row
And follow it until
I know better by God than I know now.
