Denison Witmer
"One More Day"

What if I was wiser
Wouldn't this be easier
What I had to do
Stung like truth on my tongue

I woke up in the city
Somehow it got away from me
I am one of you
You are one of me
He was one of us

One more day to offer you my love
One more day to write it for you
Patches on the elbows of my eyes
Can't you see how much this hurts me

Seven stories high
The lifetime hanging over me
How was I to know
Where there's sense, where there's stars

Seven stories high
I planted a book of stars
How was I to know they'd root in your heart

One more day to know the will of God
One more day to write it for myself
Patches on the elbows of my eyes
Can't you see how much I'm trying