Morning of My Life
Walking down my street
she shakes her head
in the summer heat.
We met back at
Richards Junior High,
talking to the Grass-man
all about the Taxman.
I never wanted to
have to say goodbye.
She walked right in
into the morning of my life.
All around the curfew
barefoot in the wet dew,
we chased a dream
we could never realize.
Talking about Black Betty,
I felt like J. Paul Getty;
I never knew a kiss
could get me this high.
She walked right past
through the morning of my life.
When she sang that song to me,
her secret longing to be free,
on the corner
in soft summer rain.
Bought America in a jar,
filled with samples from afar.
I felt her vibe shake me
like a steam train.
She walked right through
deep in the morning of my life.
She shook me,
she really woke me up,
perfect sky
and her big blue eyes.
Xhe smiled my blues away.
Pretty baby, I wish
you could have stayed.
Then she kind of moved away;
life called
and we could not stay.
Sweet little lady
I think you've seen that movie too.
Saying goodbye to a friend
you never think it is the end.
I never thought
you were gone to stay.
She walked right out
out of the morning of my life.
"In the Morning of My Life" (c) 2025 by Will Dockery and Brian Mallard. All rights reserved.
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