Morning Story

Running, jumping, pushing it's way Morning nighttime blends into day Can't find curtains to shut it away We were alone in the hills of the night Now the neon dawn let's in the light And the Milkman that nobody knows Leaves bottles of tears At the house full of laughter Nobody ever hears O the grass is burned black By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars Sea turned to steam When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow When it gets light Some of them always stay She's dressed in white Till then smoke turns her grey Falling, stumbling, feeling it's way Morning nighttime moves into day Can;t find warmth to keep it away Used to be alone on the waves of cloud Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd And the angel who sits in the car Full of desire But the hoses who came from the town Put out her fire O the seas have run dy And the sun's one good eye is to blind to see Sky has gone bad From the good times we had burning bright, such good times When it gets light Some of them always stay She's dressed in white Till the smoke turns her gray --- Morning Story - Jack Bruce