you've had it up to here with my west country talk

you can hardly understand a word i say

the shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall

it's gonna rain today



i try and tell you secrets 'til my face turns blue

i am not getting through to you

all the way across the ocean

they're gathering their strength again

lining up along the country's length again

this morning i know who you are

this morning i know who you are



on the river, the sun is bright gold

and the things you try to say to me make my blood run cold

but i hold you anyway, and we stare into the sun all day

and you're about to leave again

i've learned to read your movements

and i'm learning how to read your mind

the sun climbs up the sky for us above the mississippi

and i feel you in my arms, but you're hardly even with me

this morning i know who you are

this morning i know who you are