MORNING, MORNING
somebody must have made my bail
or called my name
when old man death was walking round my room
morning, morning
I came through the tourmaline night
with the Christmas decoration moon
(hung there slightly skewed
by a careless Johnny Barley)
somebody must of called my name
to set me free
from those cold nocturnal chains
morning, morning
the tocsin and toxins
that drove me through the night
are purged
morning, morning
I wake and break my fast and chains
somebody must have called my name
gone my bail, walked my blues
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