Sunday Morning Call

                                  Here's another Sunday morning call

Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door

Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl

Into a day that couldn't give you more

But what for? 



And in your head do you feel

What you're not supposed to feel

You take what you want

But you won't get it for free

You need more time

'cause your thoughts and words won't last forever more

But I'm not sure if it ever works out right

But it's ok. It's all right 



When yer lonely and you start to hear

The little voices in your head at night

You will only sniff away the tears

So you can dance until the morning light

At what price?