Fog sitting low across the far side cove
Coffee in a thermos from an hour ago
Large mouth broke the surface one time, then two
Whole lake went quiet like it was asking something too
Nobody's up yet — that's the whole idea
Some hours don't come back — I'll be here
Lake glass, five-thirty morning sun
Hour before the rest of them have begun
This is the version of the day that's mine
Lake glass — everything is fine
Heron working the shallows, slow and still
Takes its time with everything — always will
First boat engine somewhere up the cove
Someone else who needed this — I know
Nobody's up yet — that's the whole idea
Some hours don't come back — I'll be here
Lake glass, five-thirty morning sun
Hour before the rest of them have begun
This is the version of the day that's mine
Lake glass — everything is fine
Sun's just touching the tree line now
Mist starting to lift — don't ask me how
Thermos empty, been here an hour at least
Didn't move once — that was the point, at least
There's a version of the day before the day begins
When the lake shows you something the afternoon hides
You have to be here at five to get it
Most people aren't — and that's fine — I just don't forget it
Lake glass, five-thirty morning sun
Hour before the rest of them have begun
This is the version of the day that's mine
Lake glass — everything is fine
Lake glass
Everything is fine
Lake glass