MORNING SON
I slip softly out of bed in the morning You're sound asleep
Make some coffee grab a shower throw some clothes on brush my teeth
Pull down my old guitar and I begin to play
Imagine that you'd think the Lord planned it that way
I play a G chord let it ring out near forever It's my best friend
I know two others and the truth is all that's called for and I understand
Pain and hurt yeah those are easy subjects but I don't feel that way today
Imagine that you'd think the Lord planned it that way
You know most times I can't hardly explain just where these songs come from
They write themselves I'm just here for the morning Son
The house is quiet the silence of a lifetime echo's in these halls
The love and joy and all those little memories that come to call
But right now I think I hear a new song It's my latest one
Imagine that I'm just here for the Morning Son
(c) 2007 Steven Stallings
