Good Morning

It’s been 25 years,
Or 25 days,
And god knows the time starts to slip away
I wish I had a little more to say.
I should have wrote it down
When I wrote this song,
But I needed every one just to sing along,
I wish I had a little more to say,
Except.

That new haircut looks kind of dumb
And your new boyfriend looks like a thumb
And he acts like he’s the chosen one
But I swear he’s wasted on you
But somehow the world still shines
Every time we see those ivory whites
I guess they didn’t spend 300 hundred nights
Listening to you raging

But it’s great
Got nothing to say
But Good. Morning

I smile at her
She smiles at you
And somehow this shallow grave starts to fill
With all my demons, ghosts and regrets.
Skinny ankles,
Bonny knees,
She prays to heard for the things she needs,
Never learnt how to want or dream
How to be on the silver screen.

That new haircut looks kind of dumb
And your new boyfriend looks like a thumb
And he acts like he’s the chosen one
But I swear he’s wasted on you
But somehow the world still shines
Every time we see those ivory whites
I guess they didn’t spend 300 hundred nights
Listening to you raging

But it’s great
Got nothing to say
But Good. Morning

Come on love,
Get of your knees,
Its stormy skies
And darker seas
It’s feeling close and next to me,
So come on, come on, and come on. (x2)