This is the last mornin´
Taht I wake up in this dirty city
Lookin´for the sunshine
As the building block the skies
This is the last mornin´
That I wash in rusty water,
Try to shave a face
That I don’t even recognize
Down the hallway, rats are skitterin´
I can smell the garbage rottin´
Hear the children cryin´ in apartments down below.
This ist yhe last mornin´
That I´m gonna have to listen to it.
I´m goin´ home.
This is the last mornin´
That I try to breathe the heavy air.
Flight the crowds, avoid the traffic,
Watch the word turn grey.
This is the last mornin´
That I drink my coffee standin´ up,
Smile and speak to strangers
Who just turn and walk away.
This is a touch cold city here.
Iguess I´ll never cut it here.
And I´m so tired of tryin´
To stand against it all alone.
This is the last mornin´
That I´m gonna have to fight it.
I´m goin´ home.
That I wear these greasz overalls,
Punch the clock
And do just what I´m told
To get along.
And face the long evenin´
Lyin´ close beside my radio
Imaginin´ the kisses of the girl
Who sings the song.
Down below the subway´s screamin´
As I lie here half way dreamin´
Lookin´ at the ceiling
Wonderin´ where the dream went wrong.
This is the last mornin´
That I´m gonna have to think about it.
I´m goin´ home.
