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I roll out of bed
got a thousand dreams and nightmares running through my head
not a one of which stays
my fears are no match for the exhaustion I’ve been feeling these days
behind me my love’s sleeping soundly
the bedsheet she clings to wraps half-way around me
she never seems to cease to astound me—even asleep
she stretches her arms and turns off the alarms which she’s set by the bed as a warning
but her eyes remain closed till the old rooster crows and the first rays of dawn shyly show
Every morning

It’s pouring down sleet
Weatherman’s made all kinds of promises he just couldn’t keep
I’d sure hate to be him
If I expected any less than the worst I don’t know where I’d begin
I’d probably have to make a decision
Have to devise a clear position
I’d probably have to make it my mission not to be wrong
She says with a smile we’ll stay in for a while and let the weather outside go on storming
And if it never lets up we don’t have to get up, we’ll just carefully uninterrupt
Every morning

I go for a walk
Buy a cup of coffee at the grocer’s where the tvs talk
A man says my name
He says, “And how are you today?” I tell him, “I’m the same.”
He says, “Are you quite sure about that?” I tell him, “I am, as a matter of fact,”
He says, “Hey, do you want your change back?” I say, “No.”
She says that it’s old but by the time she’s grown cold she’s already shown signs of warming
And her clothing is strewn all over my room as I lie in bed just waiting for noon
Every morning

Lastnight is a blur
I don’t recall what we did, who we went with, or where we were
She don’t seem concerned
She says a night that’s best left forgotten is a lesson learned
At least that’s the way that she leaves it
When the newspaper comes she unwraps and she reads it
Occasionally she’ll say, “Aw, who needs it anyway?”
With a swell of her breath and one blow from her breath she keeps the frost on the windows from forming
And as suspicions accrue, her love remains true, and her mercy is new
Every morning

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from Nothin to Write Home About, released June 13, 2020

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Sam Steffen Boise, Idaho

Sam Steffen is a Pennsylvania-bred, Boise-based singer-songwriter whose songs are the torch-wood for a new generation of folk music that has learned from the best stuff in the tradition and aims in spite of everything to keep the human spirit alive and kicking. A versatile musician and skilled finger-picker, Sam is at heart a story-teller, and a prolific one. ... more

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