Waiting for the Dawn

By Jeff Rolfzen & Rocky Steen-Rolfzen

Dead man walking by the corner store

A peaceful protest on the killing floor

A gambler gets just what he’s playing for

And I’m just doing fine

The poets write their sonnets in the rain

A lucky coin falls on the tracks on a train

I find no reason to complain no

I’m just doing fine

Tonight I’m hollow but in the morning I will have all my virtues

Ask not a favor now my love for I can only hurt you

All the books that I have read can’t help you at all

No prose that I know can charm the avenues and caverns of your soul

Even wise men lose their power with the passing of the hour

Time and luck both know me well

They have run my whole life long

With everyday they slip away

Someday I fear that they’ll be gone

Like a mother doe caring for her fawn oh

I’m just waiting for the dawn

There’s a fire at the wishing well

An innocent inside a jail cell

I’m not quite disturbed though only time will tell

I’m just doing fine

Storms roll in from out of state

The heron flies through the sideways rain

He cries in pain a sound that I just cannot relate

No cuz I’m just doing fine

Tonight I’m hollow but in the morning I will have all my virtues

Ask not a favor now my love for I can only hurt you

Hiding weakness behind words spoken eloquently

With silence you surrender a glance that speaks and says this is not me

Then you wilt just like the flower

Under the passing of the hour

Time and luck both know me well

They have run my whole life long

With everyday they slip away

Someday I fear that they’ll be gone

Like a lovesick robin singing his song

I’m just waiting for the dawn

The thief he falls upon his getaway

The sapling grows in the fireplace

Sunlight streaks across your sullen face

And I’m just doing fine

Snow drifts down along the mountainside

People take shelter while the birds take flight

To everyone now it should be no sudden surprise

I’m just doing fine

Tonight I’m hollow but in the morning I will have all my virtues

Ask not a favor now my love for I can only hurt you

Paint a picture with your words and frame it with your smile

Leave the picture on the wall and just lie here for a while

We’ll stare in silence at the bower

You and me, and the passing of the hour

Time and luck both know me well

They have run my whole life long

With everyday they slip away

Someday I fear that they’ll be gone

But like that lonesome drifter who’s just travelling along

I’m just waiting for the dawn