The Morning

In the mornings I was filled with joy and laughter
In the evenings I would cry myself to sleep
I was dreaming of the great forever after
Dreaming of windmills and of swimming in the sea

Times were changing faster
That I ever understood
Days would turn to evenings
Turn to nights and disappear

Times were changing faster
That I ever understood
Days would turn to evenings
Turn to nights and disappear

I was living mainly in the city
Though I have been, been a country boy before
I did everything, very young and silly
Just because I found my life to be a bore

Times were changing faster
That I ever understood
Days would turn to evenings
Turn to nights and disappear

Times were changing faster
That I ever understood
Days would turn to evenings
Turn to nights and disappear