Let me take this pain from you
Let me always be the one to
Hear you, see you, pull you through
How could I have been so thoughtless
How could I have failed to see
Every day's a work in progress
Every page a mystery
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush
No regrets, no road not taken
Nothing I would rather do
Some days we can lose our faith in
Everything we thought we knew
You're the light on all my pages
Oh, my love, my even keel
And any words I use to say this
Pale before the way I feel
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
Now we got a snowy Sunday morning
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush
Maybe there's a rhythm here, a sort of ebb and flow
Every orbit varies over time, I guess
Disappearing down the trail, the dogs kick up the snow
Given our good fortune, we can do no less
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning
And we've already cleared the underbrush
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush