Morning is gold in the skies
I figure that all is fine
Something is wrong when I close my eyes
Something tries to change my mind
Does the world begin to fade away
Do the colors turn to gray inside my head
I'm blind, I forget that I am mortal clay
And the things I meant to pray remain unsaid
Evening falls with a hush
A lullaby in the air
But something is wrong and I'm in a rush
I feel so crushed and I despair
Does the world begin to fade away
Do the colors turn to gray inside my head
I swear, I forget that I am mortal clay
And the things I meant to pray remain unsaid
Mark Heard © 1980 Home Sweet Home
