Why can't I wait till morning?
We can talk about it then
Cause I had a dream too many
My troubles, well I ain't got any
Why can't I wait till daylight?
Cause things will seem so much clearer then
I'm tired of my eyes away
And I just want you lying with me
So close your eyes
I'll make it all so nice
Now I don't wanna think about what we've seen
And I don't wanna know why we hurt ourselves
Cause I just wanna hold you so close to me
Yeah, you know it'll take care of itself
And I wanna sleep, I wanna sleep
I wanna sleep
I wanna sleep
I wanna sleep
I wanna sleep
Good flight, Nicolas
It's good
Yeah, it's good
Where are you going?
I'm going there
So you're going there?
Morning Mr. Radio
Morning Mr. Jerry
Morning Mrs. Gloria
Did I tell you everything is fine?
In my mind
Morning Mr. sheep shining
Shining bright and bright and tan
Maybe this is she loves me and
Need I tell you that everything is fine?
If I
Excuse me if I say
My heart has found its way
Searching I can hold
And now at last I know
Morning Mr. Golden Gate
I should run but I can't breathe
I can't wait to sit and get straight
I will shake it but now I am making it right
Yeah, look at my mind
My heart will soar
With love that's grand and free
My smiling face will fade
Every slice
And higher still
Beyond the roof until
I know I can't like any man
Reach out my hand
And touch the face of God
Excuse me if I say
My heart has found its way
Searching I can hold
And now at last I know
How do you like it?
Good
How are you?
Good
I am alive
Today, I didn't have much more than to buy
I learned to live by the love I give
It's the only thing I own
Shadow valleys that I've known
Help me build my home
So tell me why
Why should I be afraid
Why should you be afraid
We've seen bread
We've seen darker days
Tell me why
Why should I be afraid
Why should you be so afraid
Sitting here watching
Just another parade
Just another parade
Summer will end
Then the death begins
Grandma's hands are moving slow
She takes the time to let me know
Winter's wind will blow
Will blow
She said, look at your son
He's a golden one
Makes you turn your pages slow
