A new day is dawning
As the morning’s first light
Brightens the shadows
Of a sleepless night
Was it something imagined
Or was it a dream
From a time and a place
Where things aren’t what they seem
There’s a restless sinner
With the soul of a saint
There’s an empty canvass
Just waiting for paint
There’s a song in my head
There’s a hole in the moon
And lyrics unwritten
Awaiting a tune
The smell of fresh coffee
And hope everywhere
There’s a hungry heart waiting
For someone who cares
The headlines are crying
With stories that weep
There’s a part of me dying
For the comfort of sleep
