Awaken (Morning Rain) - Field Journal

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand Now, I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain with no place to go Out on runway number nine a big 707's set to go And I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Well, there she goes, my friend, well she's going down at last Hear the mighty engines roar - see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound - far above the clouds she'll fly There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time This old airport's got me down - it's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

In that morning rain When you sang to me in the dunes In that morning rain When you sang to me in the dunes I make it, out of all the memories I can call upon That's the winner That's the winner That's the winner When you turned to me And you spoke the words I had before When you turned to me And you spoke the words I had before I make it, out of all the feelings I would want returned That's the winner That's the winner That's the winner In that moment, nothing else could matter In that moment, nothing else could matter In that moment, nothing else could matter But the winner That's the winner That's the winner That's the winner