Daylight

I remember falling for the sonnet of the birds
How many heard but never really learned the words?
Dogwoods die with the coming of the snow
Old men cry for the answers that they'll never know
Everything is moving to the pattern of the mayflies
It's just the mornin' and we're runnin' out of daylight

Lost inside the sound you're not around to hear me fall
Cursing you for never really knowing me at all
I can tell that all I needed was another try
It doesn't even matter cause we're runnin' out of daylight
Daylight, daylight