The Underground (One Bird at a Time)

This house has no windows; you'd think it would keep out the light
 But I know the sun's up; I can't sleep I can't think I can't fight
 Wake me up or let me sleep
 But don't wait on the dreams I don't keep
 I'm different from you -- it's hard but it's true
 So love, let me be the me that you knew
 Morning is coming one bird at a time
 This house has no windows you'd think it would keep out the noise
 But the walls are a trap kit, the furniture moans at the joints
 Be my rock or be my sand
 But don't hold out for news of my plans
 I'm different from you -- it's hard but it's true
 So love let me be, I'll walk us both through
 Morning is coming one bird at a time
 Wake me with voices of pardon and voices of peace
 Walk with me over the threshold and shoulder your grief
 Let's be the traffic lights, let's be the train
 Let's be the mittens left out in the rain
 Let's be each other and let's be together again
 This house has no windows; you'd think it would keep out the light
 Though a new day don't mean much to someone who has to be right
 Work my nerves or work your wiles
 But don't bank on a change in my style
 I'm different from you -- it's hard but it's true
 Still I'd rather be sadder and wiser with you
 Morning is coming one bird at a time