I see a pattern formingnIt took the rising daynThe same things keep on happeningnEnd every morning when I wakennI see a pattern formingnAfter the fallen nightnEverything comes back opennTo find me in the fading lightnnSizing the clouds as they are rolling innnAnd I am hardly standing up when they roll out againnnThings always bottom out at nightnI wonder where I've beennIt's night time writes a story downnAnd it's the light of daynThat I can read it innnI see a pattern formingnIt took the rising daynThe same things keep on happeningnEnd every morning when I wakenn