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February 5th, Friday morning, purple dawn.
Broke a yawn, as a I stepped through the fog, like I stepped to a song.
A moment like a poem, you wish you could hold it.
I shut my eyes like it's frozen, it's gone when I open.
It slipped passed the clouds right there where it lingered.
Like your band and a girl could slip through your fingers.
My feet hit the ground like a beat for the lonely.
ON a path beaten down by the crowds in the morning.
If only I could touch past the phony.
If only they were there now to hold me.
As the questions keep droning.

You're the only one who stuck it out last night.
The only other one who caught the other line.
You're the only one when this world collides.
The one that I can't deny.
-Mat Kearney-
Dancing Sheep