Lyrics

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I feel you standing over me
It’s a terrible morning
It’s a terrible morning
So many miles out to sea.

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I feel you standing over me
Used to follow contrails,
used to watch the elms hushing,
blank through sense to nonsense,
nonsense back to blank:
It doesn’t take any time at all.

Old face, wrung out like a washcloth
new face ring out like a bell.
They go by one by one by one by one

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I realize that we’re all alone.
And your boot’s digging in,
and your boot’s digging in
And your boot’s digging in to my collarbone.

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I realize that we’re all alone.
and your blank covers nonsense
and your nonsense cuts the blank
It doesn’t take any time at all.