I never liked the morning sun It shines a light on all the damage that I've done The happy people waking up to start their day Birds singing in the trees everything's OK But nothing's right for me I ain't been to sleep in almost 3 days
I never liked the morning sun The cigarette burns and the ashes on the rug And all the empty places where you used to be In the bathroom or in bed lying next to me Now I'm here all alone With a dirty old robe and a wide screen TV
Sunday afternoons They always end too soon For daydreamers like us The pale winter sun The northbound 101 A smoky Greyhound bus
I never liked the morning sun It makes it hard to face the man that I become Maybe next time 'round it'll all turn out OK And I'll show up as a fireman or a sage Or surfer who's fearless on giant waves Or just another Joe with a wife and a home And a kid on the way.