Another quick one-take kind of thingy

And in the quiet of the morning I sit and watch the sun appear Struggling through the clearing mist To burn away my inner fears

And the streets are always empty No people passing through In the jungle of the city Feel ing lonely through and through

Shake the stiffness from my shoulders Shake the dampness from my clothes Scavenge for some scraps to eat Once I've staggered to my feet

And in the quiet of the morning I sit and watch the sun appear

(C) words and music G Todd 2026