Oh, the morning. Oh, the morning! Heat comes through your window cool. Oh, The morning.
Oh, Luanna. Oh, Luanna! Heat pours through your window cool. Oh, Luanna.
Why you crying? Why you crying?! Water pools on your window cool. Why you crying?
Oh what did you think would happen? Fingers snap and your heels double tap and it's done?
At least it's not a crime to be wrong.
Oh, the wind blows, and so the earth goes, and waters pool on your window cool. So the earth goes, and still the earth rolls.
Just so you know.
I barely remember writing this song. I know I smoked a lot staring out my window at the police precinct across the street, so I probably had done just that, grabbed my guitar, and felt the heat coming in from the Winter sun when I played that figure first. This song is definitely about feeling like a failure and wanting to cry about it, then getting mad at yourself for feeling discouraged. Music's hard. If feeling discouraged makes you choke up inside, don't be a musician. This was definitely me telling myself, "shut the fuck up and stop being such a baby about it." I didn't listen.