My pillow is made of the soft morning light
The night gave up
It was a good fight
The tree waves through my window
I wave back
But then my arms go
Back down
Back down
Back down
Back down
The cat asks
"Is it time to be fed?"
I say
"Just give me ten more minutes in bed"
I try to fall back asleep
But
The wheels in my head start spinning
And I can't stop thinking about
Who I could've been
If I made that call
If I didn't make that call
If I didn't make that call
If I did make that call
If I made that call
My pillow is made of the soft morning light
The night gave up
It was a good fight
The tree waves through my window
I wave back
But then my arms go
Back down
Back down
Back down
Back down