Morning Lady Gregory Alan Isakov

From the window
If I'm quiet
Trains of thoughts
We sit like watchmen in lonely towers
Dark by now

I saw them grazing
Wished I could follow a hidden moon
Two stories high
All we need now is a moving air
And aw, we sit like watchmen

Sweet morning lady
Sweet is so necessary
I just don't know why

And now we circle the sidewalks of this suitcase town
We have found some comfort here
We are experts, we are experts of the past
Coffee is cold like evening air
And still we sit like watchmen

Sweet morning lady
Sweet (sweet)
Is so necessary
I just don't know why
I just don't know why