Misty Morning

Turn this television war to silence
Cause I can’t sleep sober in a dusty bed
Well I look to the wall when I see the mirror beside it
I think, Oh God, what do I see
And will I ride through the misty morning
Will I crawl from a dirty train
Well I told my baby I might be leaving a while
She stole my clothes and left me with a heart of desire
Yes and she don’t look back when the doors are closing
She told me once and that is all that I need
Will I ride through the misty morning
Will I crawl through the dirty train
But will you still call for me
When I’m lonely and I feel really bad about myself
And will you still cry for me
When you know I’m as good as dead to your heart
Well this hot dead day was something I was after
Cause when I’m down I sneak around with disaster
When I’m hard I feel no good anywhere
Oh then it hits, yes, with that wicked spare
Will I ride through the misty morning
Will I crawl through my dirty train
Train… train… train…