Blue as the crying sky

With no thorn, no thistle

Only an open face

Staring at the waking world

Maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vine

Maybe she's just a morning glory

lost in a tangle of vine

Her arms stretch wide

To recieve life

And her roots go deep into the black earth

Wild strength and she blooms

Maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vine

Maybe she's just a monring glory

Lost in a tangle a vine

She blooms while the people sleep

Only the travelers see her

To those who rise with the noonday sun

She is a closed mystery

Maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vine

Maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vine

Lost in a tangle of vine

Lost in a tangle of vine