One of these mornings
It won't be long
You gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
What does it mean?
Ooh, tell me what does it mean to live free anywhere?
When you're stuck in this body
When you're stuck in this house
Stuck in your ways
A bird in a cage stuck with its brain
Making the same mistakes but that's okay
'Cause you could change your hair and change your life
You could change your mouth, your nose, your eyes, your skin
You could change into a twenty-year-old deadbeat
And drop acid in a warehouse somewhere and abandon the kid but
I heard it's sad though they never told you
You see it in their eyes, and you know it's true
We could stand here in the same hated room
But our eyes would be different hues
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
I meant to tell you
Thought that I told you
But heaven is a boardroom
It's a place on earth between saved and the drawn
With immaculate reception
And you could tell me again how you preferred sensitive men
But how you can make an exception
And how pagans and virgins and whores down on the floor
On all fours, eyes glazed over in genuine affection, but
What if you're just too fucked up to ascend
And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head and sharpens the edge?
And what if the word on high was passed down, written on a stone and crossed out in pen, but
I heard it's sad though I didn't hear
I'm sorry, kid, I just can't forgive
Can't wash your sins when they're caked on so thick
If you did, there'd be nothing left
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone