The Lifting - R.E.M.

Grounded, 5 a.m.

The nitelite is comforting,

But gravity is holding you.

Once settled into sleep

You have watched, on repeat,

The story of your life

Across the ceiling;

And in review,

Youґve said the air was singing

Itґs calling you you donґt believe

These things youґve never seen

«good morning, and how are you?

The weatherґs fine, the sky is blue-