MORNING GLORY

I lit my purest candle close to my Window hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by And I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt drawing near Passing near, I felt the ancient fear That he had come to my door and chair And I waited in my fleeting house Tell me stories I called to the hobo Stories of cold, I smiled to the hobo Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo And he stood before me in my fleeting house Don't said the hobo, no more tales of time Don't ask me now to wash away the grime I can't come in because it's too high a climb And he walked away from my fleeting house Then you be damned, I screamed to the hobo Leave me alone I went to the hobo Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo And he walked away from my fleeting house I lit my purest candle close to my Window hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by And I waited in my fleeting house