Break Of The Morn

In the break of the morn  
I look out to you and listen  
and there you listen too  
as the whippoorwill sings her song  
we tag along for a spell  
and I can tell  
where the beauty hides  
not far past those pretty eyes  
searching in an endless sky  
 
I am here with you in the wind  
in the comfort of your voice  
there to get me through  
there to get you through  
with a hand that's reaching  
out for you  
to touch  
not asking for too much  
but peace  
in an otherwise restless world