Written and recorded by The Dump Trumpet at The Arbors in Tempe, AZ and The Players Club in Nashville, TN
lyrics
With the morning light approaching I can hear it call my name, take a sip of something special, read stories of the day.
Wait and wait and listen while you are coming home, tell me where you've been and tell me where you go.
The song you sing is quiet and no one seems to care, your voice is all around us the stillness in the air.
Day by day your gettin late the chill is all around, the light you bring is gettin dim and your nowhere to be found
Fellow, Fellow! Where did you go? I think I know! Way down below.
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