Morningson

Sun is rising from a warming night
Bringing up an unawakened day
Tickling my senses seeing sunbeams on the wall
Take my hand and you can lead the way
Up hurry up hurry up we have to go
Time for school we cannot take it slow
Somersaults and pillow fights must wait a little while
Don't like to say it but I told you so.
As I'm walking in the traces of my son
I can see his tiny feet are running down the empty street
as I'm drifting through my memories as a child
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
The quintessential meaning of my life
Snow is melting in the waning light
Bringing up a foggy kind of haze
Rattling my senses casting shadows on the wall
Links my mind to long forgotten days
As I'm walking in the traces of my son
I can see his tiny feet are running down the empty street
as I'm drifting through my memories as a child
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
As I'm walking in the traces of my son
I can feel a guarding hand is leading me to understand
as I'm drifting through my memories as a child
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life
Come on
The quintessential meaning of my life
The quintessential meaning of my life