blues fort和Muse

I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in;
I wake up in the early when I start to begin.
I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away,
And I think about leaving but remain for the day.
Oh Glory but I just stay blind,
Think about my loving, yes, some of the time
I want to take it easy,
Aint it hard like they say ,
But I can play.
And most any morning, most any morning
I like to be born into my guitar day.
They say its all butterflies,
Dont let your dreams get in your eyes,
But Orpheus made the sunrise,
Cause he knew how to play.
She sings so fadey,
Called the sweet guitar lady.
Shes a noted writer, I just cant seem to let her be.
And she is my flower, I call her my easy hour.
Shes a low special, Baby thats enough for me.
And its all right, youre in the graveyard now .
Well its all right, youre in the graveyard now.
You may weep, you may moan,
You may pass your life so gay,
But lucky in life, I swear sometimes,
Surely going to have to meet your leaving day.
Well, she sings like the seashore,
Tonight Im going to ride on your seesaw.
I will call up the Angels if they have a little word to say,
And I think Ill try cloudwalking.
Its just my face you see here talking,
And its just the guitar singing,
And I have to let her have her way.