(But You Can Say No To Smoking)
Watching the sun, watching it come
Watching it come up over the rooftops.
Cloudy and warm, maybe a storm,
You can never quite tell from the morning.
And it's going to be a day,
There is really no way to say no to the morning.
Yes, it's going to be a day, there is really nothing left to say,
But, come on morning
Waiting for mail, maybe a tale from an old friend, or, even a lover.
Sometimes there's none, but we have fun
Thinking of all who might have written.
And it's going to be a day There is really no way to say no
To the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day, there is really nothing left to say,
But, come on morning
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe true love is not so strange.
The sounds of the day, now, they hurry away
Now, they are gone until tomorrow.
One day will break, and, you will wake
And you will rake your hands across your eyes and, realize
That it's going to be a day, there is really no way to say no
To the morning.
Yes, it's going to be a day, there is really nothing left to say but
Come on morning.
And maybe there are seasons, and, maybe they change
And maybe true love is not so strange.
