He comes to bed at 6 AM

Just as the sun is coming up.

I lay there, watching him work,

Wishing he would lay beside me

But knowing that he be too tired to hold me

When he goes to bed when the sun comes up.

I don’t think that he knows what it means to me

That he will let me touch him

Even when he is too tired to hold me

Even when I am too tired to talk.

When the sun comes up and I am waking

It doesn’t seem to matter as much

That a girl like me can go to sleep

With a boy who goes to bed when the sun comes up.

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