Morning Letting Go

(Soft vinyl static, then silence)

It's a morning letting go, a little light, a little slow

The sun doesn't ask where the dark used to go

So I'll whistle a tune that the mailbox knows

Just a morning letting go

The train station bench still holds a dent from me

Where I sat for an hour, trying not to leave

But the tracks didn't judge – they just hummed and stretched

So I stood up and folded what never was wrecked

It's a morning letting go, a little light, a little slow

The sun doesn't ask where the dark used to go

So I'll whistle a tune that the mailbox knows

Just a morning letting go

(spoken-sung, almost a whisper) " I'm not there yet… but I'm not where I was."

(pause – acoustic guitar re-enters)

It's a morning letting go… (harmonica echoes)

The sun doesn't ask – it just shows

So I'll leave my own asking by the side of the road

Just a morning… letting go