In the Morning

Well it's almost 5 o'clock
 Well it's almost 6 o'clock
 Well it's almost 8 o'clock and now she will go home
 And sometimes, in the morning, she tries to forget
 Sometimes, oh the drive home, it's a long, long ride
 She cries, she cries, she cries for no one
 hu-uhu hu-uhu hu-uhu
 Well it's almost said and done
 Beneath the setting sun
 Well it's almost said and done
 And she will close her eyes
 And she drives in the drive through, to get her daily fix
 The fizzy cherry cola passed her menthol lips
 She tries, she tries, she tries for no one
 hu-uhu hu-uhu hu-uhu
 See them run from convocation
 Living lives of deviation
 See them run from convocation
 Living lives of deviation
 (hu-uhu hu-uhu hu-uhu)
 She tries, she tries, she tries
 She tries, she tries, she tries
 She tries for no one