One day when the weather is warm, I'll wake up on the hill, And hold the morning like it was a plow, And cut myself a row And follow it until I know better by God than I know now. There was no taste of spring In the breath you blew away And nothing of a color left in your face, And no way I could keep The faith you lost in me And nothing I could raise up in its place. It's a truth I keep alone In the guise of love and help, It's an awful truth To think I've always known I gave my life to you Just to save myself. One day when the weather turns As the sky is deep and wide I'll cut myself a row Like a man in his sleep That will find me farther On than all the times I've tried One day when the weather is warm, I'll wake up on the hill, And hold the morning like it was a plow, And cut myself a row And follow it until I know better by God than I know now.