Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long Out on the highway, I hear the moaning That low and lonesome whistle you only know from longing And through those naked trees got the windows blowing orange Taking over that cold shoulder racing by I might have known before if I've got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damn Do you see in dreams at night scenes to spend the afterlife Just trying hard to live the last one down Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long