Morning

I've been stoned every morning since I wrote these songs

I'm tired and I can't help it

I'm getting older and you

You are not

It's getting harder to picture you

In my life

Since yours passed me by

I'm wasting paper

Writing all my feelings out

I wish I could tell you about it

Sometimes I think that I can

But then every time

I end up talking to an empty room

So that I can feel like

I'm here with you