Lyrics:

Sixty-eight at twenty-one The girl has risen with the sun It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn She lays down out on the lawn And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock And down, the little town All squared away Don't it make you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the wind Crushed by the clouds It's where the land end and the day begins