[FONT="]As the moon goes down
Beyond the horizon
The sun rises over the mountains
On the other side of
This beautiful world.
In between, things are beginning to stir,
Coffee pots perking
Bacon cooking and sometimes eggs,
The air becoming full of morning
As the cars hit the thoroughfares
And taint the previously
Black colored pavement
With limosines and relics
And everything in between.
The beauty of the city
Is not the beauty
Of the country.
Each with its own hidden
Little secrets.[/FONT]
Beyond the horizon
The sun rises over the mountains
On the other side of
This beautiful world.
In between, things are beginning to stir,
Coffee pots perking
Bacon cooking and sometimes eggs,
The air becoming full of morning
As the cars hit the thoroughfares
And taint the previously
Black colored pavement
With limosines and relics
And everything in between.
The beauty of the city
Is not the beauty
Of the country.
Each with its own hidden
Little secrets.[/FONT]