Breakfast Ethereal - Ron Sexsmith

In my life as a child I wore the stripes

Playing inside right

As the Captain of the St Catharines Imperials

With dumb luck running wild we won the cup

Waking up every day

To love and a bowl of breakfast ethereal

From a soft focus world where tomorrow seemed bright

To the black and white

TV light of some dreadful soap opera serial

From a scrape to a scar we left little doubt

From the inside out

We were healing ourselves with breakfast ethereal

What have we lost in our mad

Pursuit of what we already had

When was the last time we saw the sun rise

What did we gain in return

But a lesson that we’d already learned

Remember that first time we saw with our own eyes

We saw with our own eyes

As the sorrowful leaves fall at our feet

All the sadness is sweet

And the trees in the sunlight are seemingly spiritual

I’d love to wake up again and imagine it all

Through the mind of a child

As the day runs wild with breakfast ethereal

Breakfast ethereal