Troubles and Weather
I gave up on the nights
I'm all into the mornings
It's okay and you're right
I know it sounds pretty boring
Can't say I give it much time
What people think, it escapes me
Here in the soft early light
It's just the birds and black coffee
I hope that things turned around
I hope you're doing better
Last time we spoke on the phone
It was all troubles and weather
I miss the dust in the light
A front door cracked in the daytime
The tap and shuffle of feet
To Dolly Parton and John Prine
Mythologies of lost nights
They nevеr tell the whole story
By 1975
It just sounds dеsperate and boring
I hope that things turned around
I hope you're doing better
Last time we spoke on the phone
It was all troubles and weather
Sometimes we fail to connect
Maybe that's where you lost me
Here in the soft early light
It's just the birds and black coffee
