Jack Bruce - Morning Story Lyrics
Running, jumping, pushing it's wayMorning nighttime blends into dayCan't find curtains to shut it awayWe were alone in the hills of the nightNow the neon dawn let's in the lightAnd the Milkman that nobody knowsLeaves bottles of tearsAt the house full of laughterNobody ever hearsO the grass is burned blackBy the ships coming back from the stars, golden starsSea turned to steamWhen we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrowWhen it gets lightSome of them always stayShe's dressed in whiteTill then smoke turns her greyFalling, stumbling, feeling it's wayMorning nighttime moves into dayCan;t find warmth to keep it awayUsed to be alone on the waves of cloudNow the flotsam dawn brings in the crowdAnd the angel who sits in the carFull of desireBut the hoses who came from the townPut out her fireO the seas have run dyAnd the sun's one good eye is to blind to seeSky has gone badFrom the good times we had burning bright, such good timesWhen it gets lightSome of them always stayShe's dressed in whiteTill the smoke turns her grey
