My Crumb

Time to go, darlin, it’s time to go.

I shake you til your eyes fold open.

Your beard is grey morning gold.

The pilot’s dressed in blue.

Breadcrumbs burn.

Time to go, my love, it’s time to go.

The whole house shakes and our eyes open.

We pray to the alarm

for just a little bit more;

time is stern.

From 8 to 1, 8 to 1,

8 to 1, 8 to 1.

Time to go, my crumb, it’s time to go.

Won’t you wake me so my eyes fold open?

We’ll get into the truck

and keep heading on.

For now we yearn

from 8 to 1, 8 to 1,

8 to 1, 8 to 1.

I’ll be home if we just never stop driving

and we’re swayed to sleep by roaring winds.

Please, oh please, don’t ever stop driving with me

out to the shore - just one night more?

From 8 to 1, 8 to 1,

8 to 1, 8 to 1.