Hey there sun you a splinter in the window with a sad sky of blue or a melancholy yellow
It's the kind of day that could simplify a fellow but i'm a mellow in the quiet still
Blue as a water on a mountaintop singing "well I don' wanna live don' wanna die neither"
It's the kinda day pulled away by the weather I sure as hell wanna rain here
I got these mornings, I can't seem to lift my head
Slowly falling, back
Well hey there lady I heard you calling, and I heard he left you and I heard you falling
Don't you know I can't be bothered on a gray that sits like this
Though she's made from a working land, left me for a working man, softer still as an oil pan
Love comes in funny places
Got these mornings, where nothings funny at all
I got these mornings, back
Where dream faces, are the only one with eyes that are lookin down
Though it takes a cold dark day for you to change em
Long as something looks down too, you can flip your day around
Sure it takes a call at the front of the sun, nothing like a day to get a feeling that you won
Something funny about feeling like you won when a glimmers pulling past you
Heard an echo from a lover passing, sounded like a crow and a listen like a laughing
Nothing ever changes but is still a distraction from a low that'll never go
I got these mornings, Like I got
Got got these mornings, I got
Got, I got - got these mornings, I got
I got these mornings, I got
Got got these mornings
Least I got
St least I got these mornings
At least
I got these mornings
At least