Lucky Man - Sun Kil Moon

Woken up, those New York mornings, shivering bones\nThinking how the air welled up, her old brown stone\nClose down to kiss her, marks time past flown\nSo hard to find it in us to leave these dreams, to leave these dreams\nGrowing up, Ohio mornings, sleeping in late\nDucking out the window, the school I hate\nListening to my mother talking with her neighborhood friends\nUnderneath the drone guitar of lucky man\nStranded out, those Florida beaches, poor as a joke\nSails fly in Merritt Islands' lazy blue coast\nCool refrains of ocean rain echo off of my head\nCelebrated Summer, friends and brothers, the freedom we fell and you’re what I\nremember\nShining down the L.A. highways, glorious sun\nFar from you, from my home, and everyone I love\nSinking in the shallow end of her infinite pools\nSilver lakes and palisades and Malibu\nWoken up those lost young mornings somewhere in Spain\nI couldn’t say the towns I slept, my lovers' names\nPouring in on Sunday, heaven’s church bell rang\nI didn’t know my purpose 'til I stood and sang for crowds of passing faces\nWoken up to this new April’s sleepy gray skies\nThe rain has swept the dust that left, the gutters rise\nThe fog it spills into the hills, crawling out east\nThe windows weep beside now, though she sleeps and I, now have I found her