Morning in Paradise

Wide awake at five 'o' clock, can't get back to sleep I'd tell the postman not to knock, but they say talk is cheap So I'm staring at the sky, something's in my eye Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight Letters don't reach their address Neighbours' eyes like knives Don't know how I'm gonna survive Morning in paradise It feels like no one's around to tell me the truth I wander through the lost and found, trying to find proof That time isn't a straight line, it spins in my mind Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight The bus don't come around here Nobody wants to drive Don't know how I'm gonna survive Morning in paradise They're smoking victory cigars too early by far Rolling round like Russian Czars in tinted sedan cars I don't mean to sound uptight, but it don't seem right Every morning feels like twelve rounds in a fight They took me on a Monday Needles swung like scythes Don't know how I'm gonna survive Morning in paradise