Have written
And you will wake
Or even a lover
From an old friend
Now they hurry away
Cloudy and warm
And maybe they change
There is really nothing left to say
Now they are gone until tomorrow
Thinking of all who might
Maybe a storm
And maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange
There is really no way to say
When day will break
And it's going to be a day
Yes it's going to be a day
Over the rooftops
But we have fun
No to the morning
You can never quite tell
No to the morning
There is really nothing left to say
Maybe a tail
There is really no way to say
And maybe there are seasons
Across your eyes and realize
From the morning
And maybe there are seasons
Watching it come up
Waiting for mail
No to the morning
Sometimes there's none
Yes it's going to be a day
The sounds of the day
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say
But come on morning
That it's going to be a day
But come on morning
And you will rake your hands
There is really no way to say
And it's going to be a day
But come on morning
