One of these mornings
It won’t be long
You wanna look for me, child
And I’ll be gone
One of these mornings
It won’t be long
You wanna look for me, child
And I’ll be gone
What does it mean
Ooh, tell me what does it mean
To live free
Anywhere
When you’re stuck in this body
When you’re stuck in this house
You’re stuck in your ways
A bird in a cage
Stuck with it’s brain
Making the same mistakes
But that’s okay
‘Cause you can change your hair and change your life
If you change your mouth, your nose, your eyes, your skin
You can change into a twenty year old deadbeat
And drop ass in a warehouse somewhere and abandon your kid but
I heard it’s said though they never told
You see it in their eyes and you know it’s true
We could stand here in the same hated room
But our eyes would be different hues
One of these mornings
It won’t be long
You wanna look for me, child
And I’ll be gone
One of these mornings
It won’t be long
You wanna look for me, child
And I’ll be gone
I meant to tell ya
Thought that I told ya
But heaven is a boring room
It’s a place on earth between saved and the drawn
With immaculate reception
And you could tell me again how you preferred sensitive men
But how you could make an exception
And how pagans and virgins and whores down on the floor
In all fours, eyes glazed over ingenuine affection but
What if you’re just too fucked up to ascend
And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head and sharpens the edge?
And what if the word on Nile was passed down, written on a stone and crossed out in pen but
I heard it’s said though I didn’t hear
I’m sorry, kid, I just can’t forgive
Can’t wash your sins when the cake dances thick
If you did, there’d be nothing left
One of these mornings
It won’t be long
You wanna look for me, child
And I’ll be gone
One of these mornings
It won’t be long
You wanna look for me, child
And I’ll be gone
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