Some songs are more like sketches. Some sketches are nice enough to stand apart. I became enamored with the little turns and accents in this guitar part. That's really what Daybreak Song is all about; the little pulls and runs I did with my fingers, and the way they run around below the vocal. It's a song that I really felt with my hands, and perhaps that's why I drifted back to a tactile memory of art-making, of being smudged all over with ink late at night, and eventually early in the morning. Sunrises have typically been solitary moments in my life, although some really wonderful ones have been shared. They usually creep up on me; a surprising signal of the hour that for some reason I never saw coming. When that happens, I gaze bewildered at it, fleetingly pleased that it is all mine, but ultimately lonesome for somebody to watch it with.
lyrics
Great and gracious sunrise
Worshiped like a god
Climb the stairs
The hour of daybreak
Draw the blinds
Against the sun
Once I was an artist
Fingers in the ink
And every smudge
I found upon me
Scratched my skin
And sinking deep
I want to wake you and show you the sunrise
And fall right back to sleep
Signal in the window
Soldiers in the street
All the land
Is bathed in morning
Golden bands of light repeat
I want to wake you and show you the sunrise
And fall right back to sleep