| The sun's coming up, here I am again | |
| Carving both of our names in the bark | |
| The sun's coming up, as it's always been | |
| Pulling song from the lungs of the lark | |
| Now I don't mind this thirst all the time | |
| To be first in the sun | |
| To be cursed, it might be fun | |
| Such fun | |
| The sun's coming up, I'm awake again | |
| As I sit staring out at the park | |
| The sun's coming up on Blue Ridge again | |
| I forget why I left in the start | |
| Still the sun's coming up on Blue Ridge again | |
| You forgot where I was in your heart | |
| But I don't mind this thirst all the time | |
| To be first in the sun | |
| With this thirst on my mind | |
| To be first in the sun | |
| To be first in the sun | |
| To be cursed, it might be fun | |
| Such fun |