Black Rock Morning

One cool Black Rock morning, in a red desert dawn
My daughter came to hear me play so I sang her a song
I wrote for her twenty-some years ago, but hadn't played in a while
I swear when she sat there listenin', I saw a sweet, familiar somethin' in her smile

One cool Black Rock mornin', I remembered who I am
When my daughter's Black Rock mornin' eyes looked at me like they did back when
I was her hero, I knew everything, she knew I'd be there 'til the end
One cool Black Rock morning, I remembered who I am

I'm a dreamer, a picker, a poet, I know nothin' but how life seems
Singin' songs to children about following' their dreams
Songs about cousins comin' and goin', and puppies born to be wild
One cool Black Rock mornin', I sang a song about a dreamers' child

One cool Black Rock mornin', I remembered who I am
When my daughter's Black Rock mornin' eyes looked at me like they did back when
I'd sing her a song about a dreamers' child, while she slept in a toddler's bed
One cool Black Rock morning, I remembered who I am

Did I steer my baby wrong to tell her dreams she loves will come true
Have I been stuck in my own dreams too long to know just what to do
To make this world a better place for her to live her days
To know just what to say to her to help her find her way

The world's not makin' it easy to know anything for sure these days
Then again, I've never known anything for sure, anyway
But there's somethin' about a desert dawn lets an old man see new ways
When his daughter's black rock mornin' eyes say

Don't worry, Dad, me and my dreams will be OK

One cool Black Rock mornin', I remembered who I am
When my daughter's Black Rock mornin' eyes looked at me like they did back when
I'd sing her songs about followin' her heart through her dreams to the end
One cool Black Rock mornin', I remembered who I am
I'm no hero, I know nothing, but I'll be there 'til the end