(This morning)

The sun rise through the curtains
The milk floats down your street
The postman’s early warning
Of the places and the people you must meet
You’re going to get a job that starts at noon
But for school the bus is leaving soon

This morning

Babies started crying and coffee haunts the air
Your dad is in the bathroom
You don’t know what to wear
Your sister don’t look like she’s been to bed
Maybe that’s where she will lay her head

This morning

And if you think life’s passing you by so do I, so do I
But you know you can live with your dreams before you die

Your sister don’t look like she’s been to bed
Maybe that’s where she will lay her head

This morning
(This morning)
(This morning)