I don't miss you I don't miss you anymore I just might miss you 'Till the morning fills the air Or the afternoon is fair Or the evening light is barely there And you know is not a lie Unless the moon is floating

Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can't get enough Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed Ain't we all just looking for some loving tonight? Got a crazy feeling that I've hit you just right So try me in the morning when the sun comes rising

Drop another daffodil We can push on through till morning Sail right off the map until morning Run your fingers down the cool underbelly of the blue evening Crank that vapor-wagon Start that kick dragon beating Step out on the patio Follow where your

When will we get The time to be Just friends? Just friends, just friends? Can we be alone? It's never safe for us Not even in the evening 'Cause I've been drinking Not in the morning

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,

If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why Yes I'm lonely wanna die In the morning wanna die In the evening wanna die My mother was of the sky My father was of the earth But I am of the universe And you know what it's worth

Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum Will he take a sailboat ride? Will he tell you he's alive? In the morning when the day's begun And in the evening or the noonday sun Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain wal always winnin', I can't keep tabs on mine,

Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Early in the morning and late in the evening Won't you come along with me If I could make a living

Girl put in work, girl girl put in work All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money she be folding Girl put in work From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to