Who's around when the morning comes? Who's around when the morning comes? Who's around when the morning comes? Who's around when the morning comes? She push out of the darkness and into the light Oh, her world never seemed so black Even when her future looked bright Even when her future looked bright These streets like lines on her palm and veins to her heart These buildings like beacons, they are guiding back to the start Buildings like beacons, back to the start (That's right, that's right) Phone book, (that's right) page is folded, In her (that's right) pocket, she don't need it (That's right, that's right) In her pocket, she says, I don't (that's right) need it She says, Darling (that's right) I will come home, I will come home Well, can I come home? Whispering softly, come on, As she walks, she sings, I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door