gabriel o'brien: sounds
In The Morning
(Gabriel O'Brien)
December, 2007
Gabriel O'Brien
in the morning
I think it’s in your face
as you lay there
In the silence in the space
between my words
and your heart you hear
I confess in whispers
my love in your ear
I think I miss you when you’re gone x 2
I remember
watching windmills for miles around
and wondering how they grew there
from what seeds in the ground
from the desert sands
where you can’t grow a thing
iron giants spinning ‘round
on a string
I think I miss you when I’m gone x 2
drinking bourbon
I got lost in a crowd
thinking about love
and what you’re doing now
under the full moon
and the wolves milling ‘round
watching cigarettes burn like houses
to the ground
and I miss you when you’re gone x 2
I was lonely
last night on the stage
nothing changes much
from state to state
and now I’m crossing lines
invisible in the road
over bridges I’m coming home
ohio
and I miss you when I’m gone
and I miss you when I’m home
and I miss you when I’m alone
and I miss you when you’re gone x 2