Listen to my song And if you want to sing along It's where I want to be The only place for me Where my spirit can be free It's about where I belong Sometimes far into the night And until the morning light

The Lullaby of Broadway Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby When a Broadway baby says good night It's early in the morning Manhattan babies don't sleep tight Until the dawn Sleep tight, let's call it a day

Let it take you right down to your knees Sometimes the only way around it Is to let love do it's work Seven forty two in the morning Eight seconds before it all sinks in So let it hurt, let it bleed Let it burn to the worst degree May not be what you

Morning is coming Morning is on it's way It's revelation day Sweet nightingale Wake up, it's a beautiful day 'Cause I be rocking in my shoes To this sweet reggae groove Ain't nobody gonna spoil my mood Oh nightingale

You are the flower for my rain, you are the flower for my rain You never lose a minute, if in it there is love And "old man time" always pulls you through It's better not to depend on the morning dew For the rose you plant in your bed tends to you, hard

Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two Forget reality, waking up is hard to do Remember when there was nothing else to do But to lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you and no one else

I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come? They woke up together Not quite realizing how Awkwardly stretching and yawning It's always hard in the morning And I suppose that's the price you pay Well, oh, it isn't what it was She's thinking he looks

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

It won’t be long now! Good morning! I’m runnin’ to make it home The elevated train by my window Doesn’t faze me anymore The rattling screams don’t disrupt my dreams It’s a lullaby, in its way The elevated train drives everyone insane

Well just me and my wine Oh, well I'm down in the alley of sally And I'm feeling my way And it's four in the morning I don't have a lot I can say I know I'm looking for some satisfaction But there ain't much news