The Mornings Aint Warm

The Mornings Aint Warm
(Boudreau)

planted deep in the back of my head
are the seeds of things my daddy once said
and up sprouted this stubborn old tree
with fading roots and lofted dreams

there’s still a couple of two by fours
suppose the ones that would support the floor
of what became that great tree house
man i could see him now

stretched out on that endless limb
to knot the rope for the tire swing
yea that’s the swing that broke my arm
and that’s the arm that don’t do me no good

when the mornings ain’t warm
i just think of your smile
when my thoughts run along
i reminisce a while

this old sweater must’ve caught a thread
who could forget her or the things that she said
‘boy i’m gonna tan your hide’
but all kidding aside

these old values don’t exist no more
seems we’re living in a different world
don’t know the reason why
it all just flew on by

But I believe in a better way
every second of every day
safe will shield harm
rage will fall to calm

when the mornings ain’t warm
i just think of your smile
when my thoughts run along
i reminisce a while
c’mon with me

barefoot on a hard-wood floor
the cold coming in up under the door
i swear the clock is the devils work
a different face every time i look

this life sometimes well it ain’t our own
but i could never try and do it alone
Hell i can see you there
I know you’re everywhere

‘cuz fallen seeds well they tend to spread
and through them all runs a common thread
to lead the way as you grow
and that’s to carry it on

when the mornings ain’t warm
i remember your smile
when my thoughts get long
i think about you a while