Black Rock Morning

One cool Black Rock morning, in a red desert dawn

My daughter came to hear me play so I sang her a song

I wrote for her twenty-some years ago, but hadn’t played in a while

I swear when she sat there listenin’, I saw a sweet, familiar somethin’ in her smile

One cool Black Rock mornin’, I remembered who I am

When my daughter’s Black Rock mornin’ eyes looked at me like they did back when

I was her hero, I knew everything, she knew I’d be there ‘til the end

One cool Black Rock morning, I remembered who I am

I’m a dreamer, a picker, a poet, I know nothin’ but how life seems

Singin’ songs to children about following’ their dreams