The days in the daylight
Follow me around
Now that the darkness is done

It has had it's time 
And time and a half it was 
But now it has been and gone

And I can barely breathe
With excitement or trepidation
Or maybe both

The days in the daylight 
Sing to me
Like some forgotten dream of tomorrow

Like time, unused, just waiting to be seen
In the haze of a foggy dew 
Or the field after the grass is cut

The days of daylight spread out the landscape beneath me
In bright color or foggy pastels
Depending on the evening

They are home to me
A home that will always be
Where the land meets the lake