It's 6:05 and she's already left The alarm still rings at the end of our bed But I won't go back to sleep There's a park at the end of our street I bring a ball that I throw to the sky And repeat that step until I get tired The ring is a little bent forward I try to bargain with gravity But she was never that kind to me Me and my morning All the park dogs are talking Not coming back when we call them Like we thought they ever would Owners and four legged friends in command Round the part of the park they don't want you to stand Where the rain turned the grass into mud A young German shepherd knocks one to the floor He's yet to learn he's bigger than them all He only wanted to play He fumbles in disparity Searching for some company Me and my morning All the park dogs are talking Not coming back when we call them Like we thought they ever would From the other side of my vision line runs an unwavering love Some howling thing, the safety pin holding them up Me and my morning All the park dogs are talking Not coming back when we call them Like we thought they ever would Me and my morning All the pre-coffee yawning Starting the day with a walk and some cold October air