There was sun above the clouds
Before we came down
I had daydreams galore
Till the wheels hit the ground
Now it’s raining on the tarmac
You said you would pick me up
I picked up my phone
You said I’m sorry to postpone
Forgot I had to cook for some guests
And the leaves on the ground were UPS brown
As I got on the train and acquiesced
Historic mornings
You’d pick me up your momma’s car
To drive out to the orchard for a weekend job
Heads turned around
As I entered your house
And stood in the foyer dripping wet
Take a load of you said
Your teeth stained red
So I took off my coat and acquiesced
Started talking to your friend Rudy
About some foreign movie
He was acting kind snooty
So I Irish goodby-ed
Found an empty room
As the chatter resumed
And noticed a photo on your wall
Of an orchard at dawn
Farm dogs on the lawn
And a murder of crows in the fog
And an aged folding ladder
Drenched in dew
Horses in pasture
Morning moon
There was sun above the clouds
Before we came down
I had daydreams galore
