Don't stay out wandering late tonight, son
Morning comes a scar
White light on the horizon
Falls the morning star
Soft kiss of alcohol
Sweet music in your head
The angel of appeal
Shoots red the dawning sky
Rising from the East
Sleep late with your dreams
Deep into the night
There's an old hand trained on you to fire, Red
Your roots are thick with rust
We've seen the wandering in your eyes
You might never come back to us
Dream on deep in horizon country
Where there's a pulse you understand
Your life is in your hands
Falls the morning star
Wrestles for your soul
Together the pulse is strong
Nut the morning is cold
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