Oh Dateless Morn' Lyrics

Eight flights of stairs
Lead me to explanation,
Still as the air of the breath I exhaled yesterday.
Well, while I wasn't looking,
A simpleton in a pair of shoes got in my head
With a rifle in pieces.

Images can always be conjured up
And back down again
When your life is spent watching the news as it happens.
Determined and impassioned
To keep me in the basement
And yet in my head lies a rifle in pieces.

In the middle of the middle,
In the centre of the centre,
We will see
That the riddle of all riddles
Is that it is right before us.

What kind of Dallas morning was it?
Oh timeless, dateless morn'.