Last Morning

This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city

Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies

This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water

Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise

Down the hallway rats are skitterin'

I can smell the garbage rottin'

Hear the children cryin' in an apartment down below

This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to listen to it

I'm going home, yeah

This is the last mornin', that I try to breath the heavy air

Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey

This is the last mornin' that I drink my coffee standing up

Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away

This is a tough cold city here

And I'll guess 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 going home, yeah

This is the last mornin' that I wear these greasy overalls

Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along

And face the long evenin', layin' close beside my radio

Imaginin' the kisses of the girl that sings the song

Down below the subway's screaming

As I lay here halfway dreaming

Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)

This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to think about it

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home