This house has no windows; you'd think it would keep out the light But I know the sun's up; I can't sleep I can't think I can't fight Wake me up or let me sleep But don't wait on the dreams I don't keep I'm different from you -- it's hard but it's true So love, let me be the me that you knew Morning is coming one bird at a time This house has no windows you'd think it would keep out the noise But the walls are a trap kit, the furniture moans at the joints Be my rock or be my sand But don't hold out for news of my plans I'm different from you -- it's hard but it's true So love let me be, I'll walk us both through Morning is coming one bird at a time Wake me with voices of pardon and voices of peace Walk with me over the threshold and shoulder your grief Let's be the traffic lights, let's be the train Let's be the mittens left out in the rain Let's be each other and let's be together again This house has no windows; you'd think it would keep out the light Though a new day don't mean much to someone who has to be right Work my nerves or work your wiles But don't bank on a change in my style I'm different from you -- it's hard but it's true Still I'd rather be sadder and wiser with you Morning is coming one bird at a time