From the recording The Tempest

performed by Daniel Rogers; guitar by John Morgan; backing vocals by Danan Healy and Noelle Shearer; tambourine by Ed Davis
written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto
mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

Lyrics

LYRICS:
A freshly lit sky shines through the blinds, I stretch out my limbs and count up my time
I pour in a bowl some cold cereal, I turn on the war ‘til my belly is full
I drive into work on a crowded freeway, talk radio is angry today
In the parking lot the wind blows the leaves and I feel the tempest coming for me, me
Coming for me, me
What am I supposed to be doing? I’m typing, I’m copying and answering
Discussing, and I’m listening, reporting and accumulating, segregating,
Entertaining, premeditating, but what is it I keep debating?
Oh I don’t know, I only know that you’re my love
Though sometimes I just drift up high, look down from above
Up where I hear thunder, feel the sky grow dark
Smell the breeze through treetops, watch the lightning strike
Now here I sit, computer screen and burning eyes
Here I sit with food to eat, to get my high
Oh I don’t know, I only know that you’re my love
And so I’ll just keep repeating, and slowly start deleting the things that keep my bleeding
And hope the sky clears up, I hope the sky clears up
When I get home I park in the street, I rush in the door for more food to eat
The TV comes on and my face grows numb, my eyes glaze over and my mind goes dumb
Watching the clowns, the stylish attire, the killings, the lust, the giddy desire
Then I turn on the war and while drifting to sleep I feel the tempest coming for me, me
Coming for me, me