Sunrise in the Rearview

Sunrise in the rearview
 Falling down before
 Go west young man it's something
 You never done before
 Morning fog out on the meadow
 Corn at four foot high
 And every fountain of my youth
 Is just a well gone dry
 Now is the time of collection
 Now is the season undone
 Now is the winter of my discontent
 Made glorious summer
 By your sun
 Pretty like a well worn bible
 Pretty's just a word she's
 Golden to the sun in September
 She's golden to the sun
 And it seems like I remember
 Her hair was long and brown
 And sometime she put on lipstick
 When we went into town
 And Iowa in Springtime
 Throws shadows on the ground
 Where the Mississippi River
 Follows the railways down
 And I'd follow you down to water
 Just to see you wet your hair
 I'd buy for you all the ocean
 All its glories you would wear
 And I'd follow you into the blue sky
 Just to see your angels shine
 I'd buy for you all that wild blue and yonder
 Just to make you mine
 Sunrise in the rearview
 Falling down before
 Go west young man it's something
 You never done before
 There's new mown hay at the roadside
 And straw bales piled up
 They'll be dry by mid-September
 So will I with any luck
 Now is the time of collection
 Now is the season undone
 Now is the winter of my discontent
 Made glorious summer
 By your sun
 By your sun