Jeffrey Foucault - Sunrise in the Rearview lyrics

Sunrise in the rearview Falling down before Go west young man it's something You never done before Morning fog out on the meadow Corn at four foot high And every fountain of my youth Is just a well gone dry Now is the time of collection Now is the season undone Now is the winter of my discontent Made glorious summer By your sun Pretty like a well worn bible Pretty's just a word she's Golden to the sun in September She's golden to the sun And it seems like I remember Her hair was long and brown And sometime she put on lipstick When we went into town And Iowa in Springtime Throws shadows on the ground Where the Mississippi River Follows the railways down And I'd follow you down to water Just to see you wet your hair I'd buy for you all the ocean All its glories you would wear And I'd follow you into the blue sky Just to see your angels shine I'd buy for you all that wild blue and yonder Just to make you mine Sunrise in the rearview Falling down before Go west young man it's something You never done before There's new mown hay at the roadside And straw bales piled up They'll be dry by mid-September So will I with any luck Now is the time of collection Now is the season undone Now is the winter of my discontent Made glorious summer By your sun By your sun