They say the darkest hour is just before dawn And it is I know because On the day you were born I started my journey toward you And couldn't tell where the black tar of the road ended and the black tar of the sky began On the day you were born As the purple hue of the dawn began The whole world started to wake Unaware of the miracle occurring And as the purple haze grew into the Bright, orange, burning morning And the sun finally crested over the trees What leaves remained on them in this crisp, cool, end of fall Looked to be alive, Burning with the energy that was being created And as I drove down that straight highway toward you On the day you were born I've never seen a more beautiful day More beautiful trees A more beautiful highway On the day you were born