Out On The Morning

Out On The Morning

There’s a man from the country walking by

Holding another unopened letter

With dots on the i’s

You’ve got a strange desire he says

For building four walls and a fire

Where tomorrow will burn you again

Too much to say, you’re losing out

Too much to say, you’re breathing the

Smoke of another old town

And from the face of wanting more

You’ve seen the daytime, she

Twists in the night just to settle the score

Settle the score

And you toe the line

And you change your ways

And you take your time

'Till out on the morning she came

And there’s a man, he’s come again

Holding another lost conversation

He says, when he’s finished it ends

And that’s the one that should've stayed

You faced the music

Turned back around

Now you hear it again

Did you take your time

Would you come that way

Will you toe the line

'Till out on the morning she came