From the recording Third

Lyrics

Last night the wind froze the rain to the ground
Time standing still icy waves all around me
The noise in my ears was already here
I imagine it’s the ocean most days
Or the singing of angels, the music of dreams on my stereo

There will be days in summer sun

Some people keep lonely with life all around them
Hours and minutes and days disappearing forever
It can leave a man wandering stubbling blind to an open door
Make him sit down, take a number and watch the next rodeo
There will be days in summer sun.

Gray turning blue stikes the band
Grass stains and dirty old hands
Lovers of lies and the light in her eyes understand

I’ll wait for the moon to talk to the water next time
I’ll be standing here while I travel the words I can find
Never mind if you’re looking behind me, I walked out the door
To the singing of angels and music of dreams on my stereo
There will be days in summer sun

Last night the wind froze the rain to the ground