Wake up Under the Sun

and sing for me softly, love, your song for tomorrow
and tell me my name's the one sitting in there somewhere
and dream for me anything, but dream it in color
we know the sun's still rising but we don't care

Who he saw in me now was not the Delaney he once loved. I was no longer his cute, carefree little Laney. I was hurt and scared and alone. All because of some cheap whiskey and a long, cold night.

Delaney
John