the weatherman

Gregory Alan Isakov

Wake up, it s morning
Wake up, my darling
Wake up and see for yourself

You were woven in patchwork
Clouded and hazed
In your past like a lover can be

Honey, it s alright to be
Alone

Despite all our shuffling
Our train wreck a-talking
Despite all our outfield saves
Treading water
The sea was your daughter
But now she s gone
Gone

It s alright
Honey, it s alright
It s alright to be alone

Honey, it s alright
Honey, it s alright
To be amongst the rubble and stone