The Grieving Man

This one goes to the grieving man who can't get up

He can't wash his hands no he can't get up

In the early morning air

Like he just don't care

Oh, he thinks everything is broken

Then he thinks everything is fine

It's just like the early morning air

And he just don't care

Yes it's always the morning

Yeah grieving man he can't get up

He can't brush his teeth no he can't get up

He thinks everything is broken

When it's only just begun

So bent on understanding where his thoughts are running to

He misses the early morning light

Like he got stage fright

Yes it's always the morning

Yeah...

Yes it's always the morning

Oh, dreaming man he can't come down

He can't make make his bed no he can't come down

He thinks everything is over when it's only just begun

So bent on understanding all the secrets to his past

He misses the early morning air

Like he just don't care

Yes it's always the morning

Lada dada dada

Yes it's always the morning

Lada dada dada da dada

Yes it's always the morning