(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.