Kirsty Mcgee Rebecca
Morning comes so full of its own importance,
With a single piece of gold upon its tongue,
To chase away the shadows, so they hide under the
stones
Until the afternoon, when they grow long.
And in the summer morning comes, it comes too early,
When in the winter she will always come too late.
You can’t rely on the morning to awake you,
Because mornings never give, they only take, take,
take.
Summer’s child, you’re prettiest when you’re sober,
With the tide and tatted promise in your mouth
To chase away his demons, so they hide under the
stones,
You only give him so much, then you head for home.
For he will follow like a swallow ever after,
As well you know, for you have planted every seed,
He can’t rely upon your being, there to mid town,
But how long you will be there, you will not concede.
Evening comes and I will not fight the darkness,
For the darkness holds forgetfulness and sleep,
I won’t chase away the shadows if they hide me,
For they hide me for the vigilance she keeps.
And you will not lead a fusty horse to water
Like you will not heat a bagger in the street.
Your only foughts are for yourself,
For your own sanity and health
And while you kick over the traces
You just take, take, take.
And you, oh, you break me every day
And your heart is a heart stone at my heal.
Oh, Rebecca cease to be, oh, cease your torturing of
me,
Oh, cease your endless tries and troubling of my brain.
Rebecca, you could drive a man insane.
