In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to

I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was sifting through the piles In my hand a tangled thread Each patient tug upon

You feel another energy And I feel it. is falling down on everyone And I feel power through it If you believe in the Western Sun and I feel power through it If you're breaking free And the morning's come If you would know Your time has come.

When the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay I want to be there in my city So you think you're lonely Well my friend I'm lonely too I want to get back to my city by the bay It's sad, oh there's been mornings Out on the road without

The skin that you're in is all soft now And your bones are dry as ice What you sitting round here for and why is that Cos everybody's pushing out babies now In the mornings I was getting high with you Well I thought I'd see you around but you're dead now

Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister

You look like rain You're the hallelujah kind I'm the dust that spins and the gust of wind that's blowing by I'm a desert dry And in my thirsty eyes 'Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire You and your Sunday mornings Me and my Saturday nights You and

The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

So listen, oh Oh, you oughta spare your face the razor Because no one's gonna spare the time for you Morning's come you watch the red sun rise The LED still flickers in your eyes No one's gonna watch you as you go From a house you didn't build and can't