Sometimes, when you’re feeling low
And your mind will play tricks on you
You still get the will of a lonely flower -
in the mist of harder memories -
To take you on a better row.
Sometimes, when you’re sitting on the cheap chair
Of your aging backyard
And all seems to be a mistake
You also know it all goes away
By the time the sun has risen in years.
And, yes, sometimes
Sometimes, out of all times
consistently wondering how you’re gonna get through
A better Dawn will come
To rescue your soul
And you know
you’ll be on a better row.