The awnings rise in morning time on avenues After few cups to work through afternoons But when the hour strikes you're Marching right back into line for food The hands move slowly when you watch so eyes shouldn't gaze Back and forth you pace the floor with arms tied to the craft But then the prospect of the after hour walk steadily in this head The inviting call of alcohol that's resting calmly in its case All are smiles when night arrives and chains break at will The walls come down, the lights die and the stars guide in its stead Then the bottle pours into our throats so heavily in excess That the stars go round, the wine reminding That your life's just part of One morning's game you played a while It's just one morning's game You played the part of one And you bowed Curtain calls Face it, darling Close your eyes til morning time