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.