In the Morning

Well it's almost 5 o'clock

Well it's almost 6 o'clock

Well it's almost 8 o'clock and now she will go home

And sometimes, in the morning, she tries to forget

Sometimes, oh the drive home, it's a long, long ride

She cries, she cries, she cries for no one

hu-uhu hu-uhu hu-uhu

Well it's almost said and done

Beneath the setting sun

Well it's almost said and done

And she will close her eyes

And she drives in the drive through, to get her daily fix

The fizzy cherry cola passed her menthol lips

She tries, she tries, she tries for no one

hu-uhu hu-uhu hu-uhu

See them run from convocation

Living lives of deviation

See them run from convocation

Living lives of deviation

(hu-uhu hu-uhu hu-uhu)

She tries, she tries, she tries

She tries, she tries, she tries

She tries for no one