Idea from - Lesson One - by Kirk Schifferle

I woke up this mornin' with this idea in my head
But when I tried to write it down my thoughts scrambled around and left me without a thing to say
But now it's another day, I need to find a way, to get these thoughts to you
I can never find the way, or the time of day, to get these thoughts to you

How to get these thoughts to you
How to get these thoughts to you

I woke up this mornin' with this picture in my head
But when I picked up my brush my lines began to bleed and left my canvas in need
Then the colors began to rise and colors carried me to the place I'm meant to be
So now I finally see the way and the time of day to get these thoughts to you

As the colors start to sway with each passing day
And images from off my walls come out to play
I'm trying to write everything that's left unplayed
Though sometimes it seems these thoughts are far away

I woke up this mornin' with this song in my head
But when I picked up my guitar my notes began to squeal so pain is all I can feel
Then the notes began to rise and chords carried me to the place I'm meant to be
So now I finally see the way and the time of day to get these thoughts to you

As the colors start to sway with each passing day
And images from off my walls come out to play
I'm trying to write everything that's left unplayed
Though sometimes it seems these thoughts are far away

I woke up this mornin' with this idea in my head
I woke up this mornin' with this picture in my head
I woke up this mornin' with this song in my head
I woke up this mornin' with this idea in my head

• Rock
• folk rock
• Northfield