Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Not this morning Don't wanna think about the night before Or maybe it's a bore behind an open door Got no time for that this morning If I had the mind or I had the time Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme And tell about my warning But it's too late now It's too late now It's too late now I don't wanna think about a runaway dad That took away the only thing that I never had Don't even miss him this morning I don't wanna think about a cold goodbye Or a high school buddy got a little too high I can't help him out this morning Reviewers laugh at me, so I go out to sea And perhaps it's just as well 'cause I'd rather be in hell Than be a wealthy man this morning But it's too late now It's too late now It's too late now Whatever happened to images 'cause now they're gone And worn-out phrases just keep a hangin' on Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses The conversation sinks as the evening drowses It's just like 46201 It's just like 46201 Whatever happened to early morning open skies And broken faces, half with melting eyes Enough of riddles that just play with time Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime I'm back here in 46201 I'm back here in 46201 Something better's waiting for me around the corner now I got to find it and try and hang on for a little while I'm back here in 46201 There's gotta be a few small changes made Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Leave me alone this morning © SHILLELAGH MUSIC COMPANY; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com