Well I’ve been everywhere Everywhere and twice Even broke my arm On a San Francisco night But things never look so bad the morning after The morning after The morning after
Well I could kill a fly By breathing at its face And turn the horses blind With the blood in my veins But things never look so bad the morning after The morning after The morning after
I always thought I’d be with you There’s nothing else that I can do Oh baby it’s true The morning after
Well I could fill my glass With all the tears in your eyes Now Judas on a cross Because of all the lies in my mouth But things never look so bad the morning after The morning after The morning after