you've had it up to here with my west country talk   you can hardly understand a word i say   the shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall   it's gonna rain today      i try and tell you secrets 'til my face turns blue   i am not getting through to you   all the way across the ocean   they're gathering their strength again   lining up along the country's length again   this morning i know who you are   this morning i know who you are      on the river, the sun is bright gold   and the things you try to say to me make my blood run cold   but i hold you anyway, and we stare into the sun all day   and you're about to leave again   i've learned to read your movements   and i'm learning how to read your mind   the sun climbs up the sky for us above the mississippi   and i feel you in my arms, but you're hardly even with me   this morning i know who you are   this morning i know who you are