6:30 Is Just Way Too Early - James Yorkston, The Athletes

6.30 is just way too early

To get up this cold December morning

Though as long as she insists on being the theme to my every single dream

That coffee it is a calling

I find myself down the stairs

Lazy dog gives me the eye

And I drag our bones around the 'barns

And catch the morning light

The damp leaves and the low-blown smoke

They whisper me to Creagh

With afternoons chasing the rain

And storms disturbing sleep

The open fire warmed your heart

And I wish I had taken the moment

To let you know just who you were

And why you meant so much that morning

For the first time in an age we’d been travelling

We’d been picking mushrooms and were sitting on some wall

You pulled a rosary from your pocket

And we laughed at how it was worn

You said «the girl on the train wasn’t giving me an eye.

She was just wary I’d

steal her bags»

And you offered your arms and a flask of Bowmore

And into the pair I sank

And then we drank ourselves together

And then we walked each other home

This night has cleared my senses

I just don’t want to be alone