Morning
Phil Ochs
Drinks are done, daylights come
Its morning
Crowds moved on, everybodys gone
Its morning
Suns arising on the wet horizon
Another day is here
As I dream alone by the silent phone
Its morning
All the lifes gone out of me
Coffees cold, papers old
Its morning
Heads on fire, oh lord Im tried
Its morning
Waiting for another day to live and die away
Try not to fret, try to forget
That its morning
Lonesome morning reverie
All the lifes gone out of me
Drinks are done, daylights come
Its morning, morning, morning