White Paint Morning

'68 At 21, the girl has risen with the sun
It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone
As the bright dumbfoundered dawn, she lays down out on the lawn
And the new day waits and turns to confront the clock

And down, little town, all squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
Crushed by the clouds
Is where the landing and the day begins

"Is this normal?" she asks aloud
As she's sifted through the crowd
Through her tears and her strong morning perfume
It seems at last, she's now correct
From the observation deck
As she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way

And down, little town, all rocked away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
Crushed by the clouds
Is where the landing and the day begins

The statues and flowers
In a crestfallen peace
The minutes and hours
It all gently leaves

And down, little town, all squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
Crushed by the clouds
Is where the landing and the day begins

And down, little town, all squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone
Yeah, gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gone
Don't it make you want to cry, cry, cry all day?