i woke up today like a ship cut loose and the wind in the night carried me out to sea what puts me to bed is what i lose when these eyes of mine come staring back at me i don t cry for the rising sun all this dark is hard but you will grow taller and the dreams of a buoy are the gold in the water they will come they will come they will come i set the valley on fire and i m running for the hills and the flame growing higher is licking at my heels and there s a cliff up top just waiting on my fall i d give everything to get up and still i m going to lose it all i won t cry for the rising sun all this dark is hard but i will grow taller and the dreams of a buoy are the gold in the water they will come they will come they will come i feel older by a thousand years all these broken things are burning at my side i wanna see through the mist and out into the clear but i m blind just the same by day and by night still i won t cry for the rising sun all this dark is hard but i will grow taller and the dreams of a buoy are the gold in the water they will come they will come they will come
['deep new americana', 'indie folk', 'new americana', 'stomp and holler']