[00:01.71]I never liked the morning sun
[00:08.94]It shines a light on all the damage that I've done
[00:16.11]The happy people waking up to start their day
[00:21.64]Birds singing in the trees everything's OK
[00:25.14]But nothing's right for me
[00:27.14]I ain't been to sleep in almost 3 days
[00:30.67]I never liked the morning sun
[00:37.63]The cigarette burns and the ashes on the rug
[00:45.17]And all the empty places where you used to be
[00:50.32]In the bathroom or in bed lying next to me
[00:53.84]Now I'm here all alone
[00:55.80]With a dirty old robe and a wide screen TV
[01:04.26]Sunday afternoons
[01:07.51]They always end too soon
[01:11.19]For daydreamers like us
[01:18.42]The pale winter sun
[01:21.91]
[01:25.59]A smoky Greyhound bus
[01:28.45]I never liked the morning sun
[01:35.48]It makes it hard to face the man that I become
[01:42.86]Maybe next time 'round it'll all turn out OK
[01:47.87]And I'll show up as a fireman or a sage
[01:51.70]Or surfer who's fearless on giant waves
[01:55.50]Or just another Joe with a wife and a home
[01:58.69]And a kid on the way
[02:05.60]Sunday afternoons
[02:08.72]They always end too soon
[02:12.41]For daydreamers like us
[02:19.68]The pale winter sun
[02:23.30]
[02:26.98]A smoky Greyhound bus
[02:34.41]Sunday afternoons
[02:37.83]They always end too soon
[02:41.34]For daydreamers like us
[02:48.54]The pale winter sun
[02:52.03]The northbound 101
[02:55.74]A smoky Greyhound bus