Morning Time

You in the morning time

Reminds me of the summertime

And any time that ain't right now

Seems to be a waste of time

The way the grass fills hills or the holler

And the sun gives in to the crescent moon

Well, I'm giving in tomorrow

Making love in the afternoon

'Cause when you go down hard

You come up swinging

I fucking hate love

But I love you in the evenings

I swore you'd be here

When I finally woke

I love you in the evenings

But I fucking hate high hopes

You in the morning time

Reminds me of a simpler time

Cutting grass for cash and gasoline

To prove I'm worth your touch and time

The way a woman's hands are warfare

To a wise man's worn out ways

The way I figured I was worthless

When I lost a love that should've stayed

'Cause when you go down hard

You come up swinging

I fucking hate love

But I love you in the evenings

I swore you'd be here

When I finally woke

I love you in the evenings

But I fucking hate high hopes

Well, you in the morning time

Reminds me that each day is mine

To be grateful for the rising sun

Sneaking through the window blind

The way you tell me it's all right

The past has passed and right now's arrived

You in the morning time

Makes me glad I'm still alive