Lyrics

I WAKE UP EARLY / © 2024 Mark Hamby

I wake up early these days if I want to, I don’t have to
I hear you tapping away in the front room, with the lake view
First light is a slow surprise, pour a coffee and rub my eyes
But I can’t make a case for the rush and the race any more

I wake up early these days for a long walk down a dirt road
I let old Butch off leash and he’s long gone ‘cross the meadow
A world traveler left to his own, but we’re both sticking close to home
‘Cause I can’t make a case for the rush and the race any more

The tick of time still cuts through the morning air
I check my watch like I might have to be somewhere

I wake up early these days on a low flame at a slow burn
I feel a hand in my back at the corner when the lights turn
Don’t need to be first in line passing under the EXIT sign
And I can’t make a case for the rush and the race any more

Look my way and I’m good for a crooked smile
Buy a round and I might sit and talk a while

I wake up early these days from a deep dream of a red sky
I see a storm forming up across the water, still a far cry
“Downtown” is a good old song, and the melody lingers on
But I can’t make a case for the rush and the race any more