Give us the news Were you on the muse Or was the muse on top of me And so licked, washed, and combed By street dogs. good boy Prick up your ears for me Jagged stars and formaldehyde views Make this city seen But you and I are on the country tit So what they spill, we wean The blast of a radio In a faded photograph Quite simply, my dear You are the dawn's laugh Give us some room there isn't much around here Give us some room there ain't so much around here Give us some room there isn't so much Give us some room there isn't so much Give us some room there ain't so much Around here For one, you are the feel of every sofa to come My a.m. darlin' sun My a.m. darlin' sun For one, you are the shape of all my jazz to come My a.m. darlin' sun My a.m. darlin' sun Give us your news, give us the ruse They're handing us a spade Your life's a mess they harangue And the rest has been mislaid For one, you are the tone of all compassion to come My a.m. darlin' sun My a.m. darlin' sun For one, you are the spark of every song that's sung My a.m darlin' sun My a.m darlin' sun