Poet and Prose by Galen Clark Lyrics

The morning, it croaked
And cleared out its throat
Spoke out the light into day
The poet and prose
Awoke and they rose
Still searching for something to say

The sun as it climbed
It nestled the pines
Thawing the earth and the clay
An instance confound
Something felt bound
Yet longing to go on its way

I suppose we were taught
Or caught up in thought
Of a ransom with nothing to pay
A ransom with nothing to pay

All we once sought
Replaced or forgot
Inevitably fell into frame
Charades for yourself
On the High Line off 12th
When the valley was calling my name
The valley was calling my name