Buffalo Tom - White Paint Morning Lyrics
Sixty-eight at twenty-oneThe girl has risen with the sunIt's a white paint morning now that the fog is goneIt's a bright, dumbfounded dawnShe lays down out on the lawnAnd the new day wakes and turns to confront the clockAnd down, the little townAll squared awayDon't it make you want to cry all day?And gone, washed by the windCrushed by the cloudsIt's where the land end and the day begins