Bouffant hairdo, ne'er-do-well Warm the car up, perfume smell Work is there when love is gone Smell of coffee, crack of dawn Pheasant clucking, ice cold dew Backseat shotgun, frosty slough Chevy coughing, let's move on Smell of coffee, crack of dawn Hey there, Benny, is this your home? Railroad cinders, styrofoam Train a-comin', where's Lost John? Smell of coffee, crack of dawn Blue blue window, factory Big bad boss man can't find me Boxes piled up, paycheck gone Smell of coffee, crack of dawn Woman works and man does too Yellow paper, same old news Forty years to cross the lawn Smell of coffee, crack of dawn
This song is significantly more enjoyable in the morning, over a cuppa, as I have just discovered. It's got a nice, subtle feel that goes over well when the mind is still a little fuzzy and not ready for anything more lively. Okay, so 8:22 is not the "crack of dawn", but it is overcast today, so it feels earlier than it is. :)
I remember the first time I heard "Greg Brown" on the radio, I was immediatelty mezmorized. If you haven't had the time to get acquainted with Greg I urge you to do so NOW. Check out the album "Dream Cafe" or if your more of an acoustic fan such as I look into "One Night".