Morning After

Another late 2005 composition.

Morning After

I wake up, stand up
I guess I went and grew up
Now I don’t love the world as much
It’s quite a mess
Spins crooked on its axis at best
But it can be okay it’s been happening for years
I’ve got to make a change can’t clean it with my tears
I do see you and wait for each morning after
Make an exception, let me in
Maybe we’ll write a new chapter
Before the world comes to an end

You decide what you want
Maybe let me be the first to know
I would like to see it each morning at its best
Under the stars with a good night’s rest
It’ll either work or it won’t
You’ve got to try to know if it don’t
In this world I’m sure as hell
You’ll need more than me for what’s going around
I’m waiting for you to tell
Say I’m the one to keep you above ground

Yeah, cause silence between us isn’t the way
It’s the loudest thing I’ll hear all my days
It’s to love or be loved that may be our saving grace
I don’t need to say it when it’s on my face
It’s not much better than a love note
With it’s colors, hearts, and paste
Too sentimental and it becomes a joke

But I know each morning after
I wake up, stand up
I guess I went and grew up
Now I don’t love the world as much
It’s quite a mess
Spins crooked on its axis at best

Yeah, it’s sandpaper and silk
Guess these things are built to spill
Out of me onto the paper
Maybe they won’t go to waste, yeah

Yeah, it’s sandpaper and silk
Guess these things are built to spill
Out of me onto the paper
Maybe they won’t go to waste, yeah

We’ll find out the morning after
Think we’ll find our morning after