The story
He keeps the daylight open and the trouble outside.
Morning lands plain on the porch, on the coffee cup, on the dust waiting in the yard. He moves through the hours with work in his hands and worry in the corners, letting the light show what night tried to hide. By evening, the day has only made the emptiness clearer.
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Lyrics
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