In the Morning

I rolled into town Just driving around For a minute I couldn't find your place And I was telling' a friend How it came to an end But I remember the smile on your face When you walked through the door 'Cross that old wooden floor Twenty-two years to the day In the morning I will be gone When the sky turns red with the dawn You stay here and I will move on In the morning I will be gone Well my friend said to me Guess it's all history Do you ever wonder what might've happened if you stayed? There's a life of the village And a life of the quest We both went our separate ways But the touch of your skin And the power within The sting of it stays to this day In the morning I will be gone When the sky turns red with the dawn You stay here and I will move on In the morning I will be gone Well the whole thing still haunts me From time to time Driving to another town But drunk on red wine I took my friend through that door 'Cross that old wooden floor To a pretty young thing tending bar And I could see in her eyes The four colours and the moon rose Your smile is my old guitar And the smell of your hair And my soul lying bare And the road that you walked along In the morning I will be gone When the sky turns red with the dawn You stayed here and I moved on In the morning I will be gone In the morning I will be gone In the morning I will be gone