The Morning After

Well I've been everywhere Everywhere and twice Even broke my arm On a San Francisco night But things never look so bad the Morning after Well I could kill a! y By breathing at its face And turn the horses blind With the blood in my veins But things never look so bad the Morning after I always thought I'd be with you There's nothing else that I can do Oh baby it's true Well I could " ll my glass With all the tears in your eyes Now Judas on a cross Because of all the lies in my mouth But things never look so bad