Son of 2 AM

Well, the son of 2 AM is up and he moves around the kitchen
Thinks of frying eggs and bacon or asking for forgiveness
He does nether, pours a glass of milk and fixes himself a turkey sandwich
And then he goes into the living room and he finds the couch
That's something he can handle

He goes to sleep and dreams of western plains and northern forests
Puts his soul on buzzard wings and it swells at what's before him
The rivers spool out endlessly, and the skies stretch out forever.
And then the son of 2 AM is up and he's on the road
A little after 7

The son of 2 AM gets 30 minutes at 11
He chokes down a bowl of soup that hangs in his chest and tells him
That he's halfway through another day that by 9 o’clock he thought was never going to end
And then nose is back to the grindstone and his mind is back
On the only girl who's loved him

The son of 2 AM drinks coffee standing at the window
There's snow out in the parking lot and it's swirling as the wind blows
It reminds him of that frozen pond and the way that her hand felt upon his shoulder
And though the coffee's hot his insides are not, to tell the truth
He's never been no colder

The son of 2 AM is at the bar just after 5
A couple of shots and a couple beers and he starts to feel alive
Well, he ain't drunk and he ain't sober, he's just thinking about the girl he left behind
It's been a month of Mondays and somehow
She still won't leave his mind

Well, the son of 2 AM is up and he moves around the kitchen
Thinks of frying eggs and bacon or asking for forgiveness
He does nether, pours a glass of milk and fixes himself a turkey sandwich
And then he goes into the living room and he finds the couch
That's something he can handle