'In The Morning'

Feelin lost in time,
Think I invested too much,
in the wine of the keyboard.
Being stuck,
is the worst thing,
when you know you've gotta go,
And I know,
I've lost home.

Itchy dresses, concrete feet,
whiny voice, and it's all retreat.

Well I've come to accept that it's not my fault,
and no one else's.
Just gotta live it out,
Buy a little house,
Cleanse the keyboard,
Fix my head.
Oh...
And I know,
I've lost home,
but I'll be back in the morning.

Singing sad tunes,
Seems such a waste of time,
Would you prefer it if I sang the blues?
Do I have to make this rhyme?
Got no more sense,
Got no nonsense,
just me.

How do you love yourself,
when you don't even know them?
Should we marry, should we befriend?
But she's all I got, so
Leaving the lights on behind me,
You can follow, see,
Where I go,
it might be home...

Itchy dresses and leaden hands,
Whiny voice, not knowing if it's a choice...

Well I've come to accept that it's not my fault,
and no one else's.
Just gotta live it out,
Buy a little house,
Cleanse the keyboard,
Fix my head.
Oh...
And I know,
I've lost home,
but I'll be back in the morning.
I'll be back in the morning.
I know I'll be back, in a thousand mornings,
or one.
I've lost home. But I'll be back...
in the morning.