i woke up, oui be, 2008

a crystal clear night
looking at the hilside
thinking about the climb

wreckage in the yard
the shells of ruined cars
and children playing ball

i woke up on deering street
and my damaged heart could feel
the cold rain and the snow
i had won the war

the flicker of a coal
the smell of incense rising
water on the glass

locking all the doors
staring at the ceiling
time spent just for me

i woke up on deering street
and my damaged eyes could see
sun rays through the storm
i had won the war

something surely changed
something sorely had to
catskill serenade

to find my inner strength
i had to look outside
to open up the door

i woke up on deering street
and my damaged face could feel
the warm breeze from the shore
i had won the war