Daytime of Life John Hartford

I wake in the dawn of the cold misty dew light
Kickin' and drinkin' warm milk while I'm cryin'
In the sterilized smell of my unsure surroundings
Feelin' warm hands as I'm passed back and forth

And I'm wigglin' and crawlin' and reaching out slowly
Strange sounds at my elbow but no way to make them
The shapes of big colors and lights all around me
Comin' to grips with the cold hard linoleum

Pushin' and pullin' as I travel in circles
Unsure on my knees as I crawl towards the table
Unsteady on legs as I'm findin' my balance
My legs stretchin' out and a wish to go walkin'

Out in the road in the gravel and sunshine
Out on the earth with my feet in the short grass
The shadows of barn and garage learnin' quickly
A switch to my bottom and on the bed cryin'
In the dawn of the mornin' the vague early mornin'
At the start of the daytime of life

Standin' out here by an old pile of lumber
A long shiny track that's still silently ringin'
And the last southbound freight that was two o'clock passin'
And I in my Levi's my cigarettes twisted
In the arm of a t-shirt I'm smart like a rooster