Don't stay out wandering late tonight, son   Morning comes a scar   White light on the horizon   Falls the morning star   Soft kiss of alcohol   Sweet music in your head   The angel of appeal   Shoots red the dawning sky   Rising from the East   Sleep late with your dreams   Deep into the night      There's an old hand trained on you to fire, Red   Your roots are thick with rust   We've seen the wandering in your eyes   You might never come back to us   Dream on deep in horizon country   Where there's a pulse you understand   Your life is in your hands   Falls the morning star   Wrestles for your soul   Together the pulse is strong   Nut the morning is cold