Last Mornin'

(Shel Silverstein) This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise Down the hallway rats are skitterin' I can smell the garbage rottin' Hear the children cryin' in an apartment down below This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to listen to it I'm going home, yeah This is the last mornin', that I try to breath the heavy air Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey This is the last mornin' 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 tryin' to stand against it all alone This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to fight it I'm going home, yeah This is the last mornin' that I wear these greasy overalls Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along And face the long evenin', layin' close beside my radio Imaginin' 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 mornin', 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 (c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.