Thomas Anderson

singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller

Lucy Daylight

by Thomas Anderson

from the album Alright It Was Frank -- And He's Risen from the Dead and Gone off with His Truck

Bright lights on the eastern horizon

Shine like a beacon on me,

Half hour til the morning is risin'

With a wind from the south

And a rain blowin' in from the sea.

Sad songs from San Antonio

Crackle in the lightning above,

You just know there are angels all through the air

As you roll half-awake through the rain to the one that you love.

And you know there should be some kind of fairy tale

Something sung low to a child,

With a melody too pure to ever quite die

To drown the drone of the wheels

And un-mesmerize the motionless miles.

   Well hey diddle diddle,

   The cat and the fiddle,

   We'll dance by the light of the moon.

   The sheep's in the meadow,

   The cow's in the corn,

   And I'll be home soon.

Some people wait for their fortune

To tumble from the mail in their hands,

Some people wait for their portion,

Ridin' on a word or a hope

They don't quite understand.

Don't care about the riches of Solomon,

Don't care about no rate of exchange,

Don't carry no medal or icon,

When her heart's all I need

And it leads to the morning again.

There's a rose outside of Victoria

Bloomin' in the dawn in the rain,

You pick your dreams like the songs you sing,

We're all chasin' some myth

Who's to say whole ridin' in vain?

   So hey diddle diddle,

   The cat and the fiddle,

   We'll dance by the light of the moon.

   Just keep the bed warm,

   Keep your light in the storm,

   And I'll be home soon.