This Morning

This morning...

The sun rise through the curtains
The milk floats down your street
The postman’s early warning
Of the places and the people you must meet

You’re gonna get a job that starts at noon
But for school the bus is leaving soon
This morning...

Babies started crying
And coffee haunts the air
Your Dad is in the bathroom
You don’t know what to wear

Your sister don’t look like she’s been to bed
Maybe that’s where she will lay her head
This morning...?

And if you think life’s passing you by
So do I, so do I
But you know you can live with your dreams
Before you die

Your sister don’t look like she’s been to bed
Maybe that’s where she will lay her head
This morning...?