In the cold light of a motel morning
The rain's dried,
but still drips from the awning
And you find yourself staring at the broken
TV set
Yawning, you gotta trust your feelings
when you wake
Then the handle of the phone,
bucks in its saddle
You leave it well alone,
let it ring and rattle
It's six o 'clock outside,
the cars already seem like cattle
You gotta trust your feelings
when you wake
You gotta trust your feelings
when you wake
The dark night finds the
echo deep inside of you
Like a dark spy from when
you were a child
The sparkling dust orbits on the air
Without that crack of morning sun
You wouldn't even know it's there
Nor every little nagging bright idea
That lies like rhyme at the back of your mind
You're wasting time,
but it just don't matter
The grape will still get rye, and the cod
And one way or another
They're both heading for the platter
You gotta trust your feelings
when you wait
You gotta trust your
feelings when you wait
The long night will always come
To carry you, you better
Hold tight when you fall out the other side
The window of truth opens
for just a few seconds
When you open your eyes
and the daytime beckons
And you find yourself concerned with
what everybody else reckons
You gotta trust your feelings
when you wait
You've got to trust your
feelings when you wait