Has it been so long
Since I met the morning
Instead of it meeting me
Sometimes it’s hard to tell
Has it been so long
That clouds were white dreams
Instead of leering faces pressing
On the earth’s window pane
Sometimes it’s hard to tell
Has it been so long
That the Word kindled flames
Instead of a gray wilted ashtray
Sometimes it’s hard to tell
Sometimes I think the trees
Have an answer for me
As leaves rustle and whisper
‘Sometimes it’s hard to tell’.