The oil-vapored walkway still smells damp

The ditch is filled with water near the ramp

Lots of ripped up awning trapped in trees

The empty cups and wrappers catch the breeze

And still the storm clouds hang over our heads I wish that I had stayed inside my bed

This morning, oh

The lemon balm smelled sweet as I walked by The sun was fully shining in the sky

I saw people walking, holding hands

It made me think and want to understand

Why the storm clouds hang over our heads

I wish that I had stayed inside my bed

This morning

Why the storm clouds hang over our heads

I wish that I had stayed inside my bed

This morning, oh