Woken up, those New York mornings, shivering bones Thinking how the air welled up, her old brown stone Close down to kiss her, marks time past flown So hard to find it in us to leave these dreams, to leave these dreams Growing up, Ohio mornings, sleeping in late Ducking out the window, the school I hate Listening to my mother talking with her neighborhood friends Underneath the drone guitar of lucky man Stranded out, those Florida beaches, poor as a joke Sails fly in Merritt Islands' lazy blue coast Cool refrains of ocean rain echo off of my head Celebrated Summer, friends and brothers, the freedom we fell and you're what I remember Shining down the L.A. highways, glorious sun Far from you, from my home, and everyone I love Sinking in the shallow end of her infinite pools Silver lakes and palisades and Malibu Woken up those lost young mornings somewhere in Spain I couldn't say the towns I slept, my lovers' names Pouring in on Sunday, heaven's church bell rang I didn't know my purpose 'til I stood and sang for crowds of passing faces Woken up to this new April's sleepy gray skies The rain has swept the dust that left, the gutters rise The fog it spills into the hills, crawling out east The windows weep beside now, though she sleeps and I, now have I found her