The Last Morning â Dr Hook
This is the last morning that I wake up in this dirty city
Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water
Trying to shave a face that I don t even recognise
Down the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting
Hear the children crying in an apartment down below
This is the last morning, that I m gonna have to listen to it
I m going home, yeah
This is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air
Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey
This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up
Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away
This is a tough cold city here, and I ll guess I ll never cut it here
And I m so tired of trying to stand against it all alone
This is the last morning, that I m gonna have to fight it
I m going home, yeah
This is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls
Punch the clock and do just what I m told to get along
And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio
Imagining the kisses of the girl that sings the song
Down below the subway s screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming
Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)
This is the last morning, that I m gonna have to think about it
I m going home
I m going home, I m going home, I m going home