One of These Mornings

One of these mornings It won't be long You gonna look for me, child And I'll be gone One of these mornings It won't be long You gonna look for me, child And I'll be gone What does it mean? Ooh, tell me what does it mean to live free anywhere? When you're stuck in this body When you're stuck in this house Stuck in your ways A bird in a cage stuck with its brain Making the same mistakes but that's okay 'Cause you could change your hair and change your life You could change your mouth, your nose, your eyes, your skin You could change into a twenty-year-old deadbeat And drop acid in a warehouse somewhere and abandon the kid but I heard it's sad though they never told you You see it in their eyes, and you know it's true We could stand here in the same hated room But our eyes would be different hues One of these mornings It won't be long You gonna look for me, child And I'll be gone One of these mornings It won't be long You gonna look for me, child And I'll be gone I meant to tell you Thought that I told you But heaven is a boardroom It's a place on earth between saved and the drawn With immaculate reception And you could tell me again how you preferred sensitive men But how you can make an exception And how pagans and virgins and whores down on the floor On all fours, eyes glazed over in genuine affection, but What if you're just too fucked up to ascend And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head and sharpens the edge? And what if the word on high was passed down, written on a stone and crossed out in pen, but I heard it's sad though I didn't hear I'm sorry, kid, I just can't forgive Can't wash your sins when they're caked on so thick If you did, there'd be nothing left One of these mornings It won't be long You gonna look for me, child And I'll be gone One of these mornings It won't be long You gonna look for me, child And I'll be gone