Cold dawn won't comfort you

Cold coffee won't see you through

Cold sheets won't heal your heart

Your frozen fingers of your name so tarred



I know so rarely that things come your way

Your ways are tender and your paths are straight

Your mind's not lived in the way ours are set

Your heart is open to love and regret



Rings and letters they pass you by

You wish them well and seldom cry

For stones and promises and wedding sighs

You've known the times that you've lived and died



These sailors come by and spend time ashoe

Their thoughts are hoarded as yours have been stored

Your mind's not lived in the way ours are set

Your heart is open to love and regret



Outside in the morning air

I hear the soundtrack of the blues-harp player

It touches feelings that you don't arouse

Knocks me back to that shuttered house

Take me back when they're all out

Take me back to that shuttered house



I know so rarely that things come your way

Your ways are tender and your paths are straight

Your mind's not lived in the way ours are set

Your heart is open to love and regret



Love and regret