
The Kelly Song Collective
Morning Walk
The sun rubs my shoulder with a tentative hand
But the cool hits my chest like a champ
Past hydrangea and crooked walks I’ve seen but I don’t know
The day will overwhelm the damp
A silver drone of cars like a river I know
Though I am safe in my womb
Listening to a Paul Simon song you’ve never heard
Called Dazzling Blue
Six of one five of its brother
Give me a singer’s voice to talk
Has to be one or the other
How do I balance this on a morning walk
There’s a man with a cane much older than I
Takes the spring from my knee
And young ones in boots from a building site
Have come for morning coffee
Everybody here’s going somewhere
To the rhythm of some clock
A stone in a stream it’s all lost on me
On my morning walk
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© Michael Worthington Music 2016

My house to the Tim Horton's in the Esso.