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 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.

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

Down here I crow for you You crow for me Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine Love is in the early mornings In the shadows under the trees Floating down from the rook array And now she rambles through the new of minds The old man is a

I could f*ck you all the time Early in the morning's when I think about you I hit you like what you sayin' Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin' In the morning when I wanna f*ck you (Oh yeah I make her say) And the morning when I wanna f*ck you That's

And you save me In the mornings I was anxious It's better just to stay in bed Didn't want to fail myself again Running through all the options And the endings Were rolling out in front of me But I couldn't choose a thread to begin

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

That's what makes it love That's what makes it a love song I was standing there crying in the kitchen It's been one of those mornings that's gonna last all day And he comes in, wraps his arms around me And I don't even have to say a thing He comes in,

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