High In The Morning

Very little knew he about love
In and out clubs, broke veins out in his head
His world is filled with sayings
Fender Rock and Rolling four bar twelves in his bed

Where do you go to when you're high in the morning?
When you're passing your good times by
Yes where do you go to when you're high in the morning?
When you're passing your good times by

Just work as your music
The music is the cause, he smiles and talks
Illusions are your masters
While you're being someone else's second thoughts

Where do you go to when you're high in the morning?
When you're passing your good times by
Yes where do you go to when you're high in the morning?
When you're passing your good times by

Your face is edged with appealing
You want the world to wrap you in its arms
But beneath your ever concealing
There's an awful blues tearing you apart

Where do you go to when you're high in the morning?
When you're passing your good times by
Yes where do you go to when you're high in the morning?
When you're passing your good times by