Morning Story - Jack Bruce

Morning Story - Jack Bruce
Written by：Peter Brown/Jack Bruce/Janet Godfrey
Running jumping pushing its way
Morning's nighttime blends into day
Can't find curtains to shut it away
We were alone in the hills of the night
Now the neon dawn lets in the light
And the milkman that nobody knows
Leaves bottles of tears
At the house full of laughter
Nobody ever hears
At the house full of laughter
Oh the grass is burned black
Seas turned to steam
When we boiled the dream of tomorrow
When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her grey
Falling stumbling feeling its way
Morning's nighttime moves into day
Can't find warmth to keep it away
Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
And the angel who sits in her car
Full of desire
But the hoses who came from the town
Put out her fire
Oh the seas have run dry
And the sun's one good eye is too blind
From the good times we had burning bright
Such a morning's day
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her grey