Hey there sun you a splinter in the window with a sad sky of blue or a melancholy yellow

It's the kind of day that could simplify a fellow but i'm a mellow in the quiet still

Blue as a water on a mountaintop singing "well I don' wanna live don' wanna die neither"

It's the kinda day pulled away by the weather I sure as hell wanna rain here

I got these mornings, I can't seem to lift my head

Slowly falling, back

Well hey there lady I heard you calling, and I heard he left you and I heard you falling

Don't you know I can't be bothered on a gray that sits like this

Though she's made from a working land, left me for a working man, softer still as an oil pan

Love comes in funny places

Got these mornings, where nothings funny at all

I got these mornings, back

Where dream faces, are the only one with eyes that are lookin down

Though it takes a cold dark day for you to change em

Long as something looks down too, you can flip your day around

Sure it takes a call at the front of the sun, nothing like a day to get a feeling that you won

Something funny about feeling like you won when a glimmers pulling past you

Heard an echo from a lover passing, sounded like a crow and a listen like a laughing

Nothing ever changes but is still a distraction from a low that'll never go

I got these mornings, Like I got

Got got these mornings, I got

Got, I got - got these mornings, I got

I got these mornings, I got

Got got these mornings

Least I got

St least I got these mornings

At least

I got these mornings

At least