Written in a creaky New Hampshire hotel lobby from 3am on, blue daylight rising in a snow squal. Everything but drums recorded between the hours of 5 and 7am in the blanket of winter. Title courtesy of David Durst.
lyrics
I’m the night clerk and I watch the door. Too much goes on here to report. A sleepy key in every lock. An aching tick from every clock. The snow is falling and the day shift’s gone. ‘Til the black fades to blue. Don’t let your mind play tricks on you. The sun goes down the lights come on. I’ll pace the grounds ‘til dawn. A crooked bulb in the chandelier. A hallowed host in the cracked veneer. The snow is falling and it’s almost dawn between dark and dim and here and gone. Chasing daylight. Restless lights in the overnight called my bluff. ‘Til I drove for miles. Youth hasn’t been enough. I haven’t slept in forever, but I never will say never.
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