It's better when the angelic but wistfulf voice of Joan Baez carries them, but I've been humming "In the Quiet Morning" to myself all day, and since I can't seem to compose much of a blog post today, I thought I would share the lyrics with you, in the extended entry... If you can hear them in your mind, you might get a feel for my mood.

In the quiet morning There was much despair And in the hours that followed No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked tight at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound

(La, la la... al fine)