Hey, hey, the morning sun
Has the new world begun?
The moon turned and shot someone
Has anybody seen the morning sun?
Sow me some reaps, jack, I'm dead on the heap
Let all the wailing wail, let the drummer drum
We could all go screaming in Lunar Park
Late news breakin', this just in
Tonight, there was a power cut in the city of madness
Has anybody seen the morning sun?
We're waiting for the rays of the morning sun
I'm standing on the corner that's on a fold on the map
I'm waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Has anybody seen the morning sun?
Who is that screaming in Lunar Park?
Were left to shout out, "We all need a little more"
Somebody tell me clearly, has the new world begun?
I lost my friends at the deportee station
I'm looking for a phone and I cant find one
I'm waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Show me some glycerin, Mac, downhill is so steep
Stroboscopic snowflakes fell from the stratosphere
We're waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Hey, hey, the morning sun
Has the new world begun?
I say yes, oh, yes, you should check it out
Hey, hey, the morning sun
Somebody tell me clearly, has the new world begun?
I'm waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Let all the wailing wail, let the drummer drum
We're waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Only dead men stomp on the brake pedals in the city of nerves
And all conversations died in the burst of a solar flare
Hey, the morning sun, whoa, oh, the morning sun
Check it out, yeah, check it out
And all the neon blew down funky Broadway
And shorted out the eastern shore
Only saxophones and beach trombones
Hey, the morning sun, whoa, oh, the morning sun
Hey, the morning sun, whoa, oh, the morning sun
I'm lost in a world beyond the lost city
In the darkness an angel won the beauty pageant
I'm lost in a Mack truck, jack, in the city of words
I'll take immigration into any nation
If they make Tony Adams captain
Somebody tell me clearly, has the new world begun?
The whole city is a debris of broken heels and party hats
Late news breakin', this just in
Let all the wailing wail, let the drummer drum
Gotta Tony Bennett eight track in the hotel pity
