Morning

I'm coming home Tonight ahead of time My shoulders pressed against the seat To feel the purring of the ground It's pretty when the sun lies around Old day, tell me why you'd want to turn the lights off Again, old day, tell me why you'd want to turn the lights off I'm coming, coming, coming home Coming, coming, coming home Coming home I'm coming, coming, coming home Coming, coming, coming home Coming home Whey along the finger Tiptoeing in aspirin Where was I to go Swaying through the morning In a wool of gnats Faces indistinctive In an early zephyr What was i foreseeing Swaying through the Morning Morning Morning Morning Morning Morning Old day, tell me why you'd want to turn the lights off Again, old day, tell me why you'd want to turn the lights off Coming, coming, coming home Coming, coming, coming home Coming home Coming, coming, coming home Coming, coming, coming home Coming home Morning Morning Morning Morning Morning Morning