Jeffrey Foucault Sunrise In The Rearview
Sunrise in the rearview
Falling down before
Go west young man it's something
You never done before
Morning fog out on the meadow
Corn at four foot high
And every fountain of my youth
Is just a well gone dry
Now is the time of collection
Now is the season undone
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer
By your sun
Pretty like a well worn bible
Pretty's just a word she's
Golden to the sun in September
She's golden to the sun
And it seems like I remember
Her hair was long and brown
And sometime she put on lipstick
When we went into town
And Iowa in Springtime
Throws shadows on the ground
Where the Mississippi River
Follows the railways down
And I'd follow you down to water
Just to see you wet your hair
I'd buy for you all the ocean
All its glories you would wear
And I'd follow you into the blue sky
Just to see your angels shine
I'd buy for you all that wild blue and yonder
Just to make you mine
Sunrise in the rearview
Falling down before
Go west young man it's something
You never done before
There's new mown hay at the roadside
And straw bales piled up
They'll be dry by mid-September
So will I with any luck
Now is the time of collection
Now is the season undone
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer
By your sun
By your sun
