One Grey Morning

You can count on many things

To let you down

You can take you plans

And stick ‘em six feet underground

But wouldn’t your time be better spent

On days to come?

Not the ones that went

And left you on a doorstep one grey morning

There’s a rumour and everybody’s so convinced

But you don’t believe your eyes have seen no evidence

Of any good left in this town

Of any need to be hanging around

But you’ll leave the sun behind you one grey morning

One grey morning, one of many grey mornings

Always turning up without warning

One grey morning, one of many dream orphans

You follow up on all the leads

That lead nowhere

Trying to recognize

The need inside that led you there

You’ll either listen to your heart

Or go drown it out in a noisy bar

Til you’re overcome by the silence one grey morning

One grey morning

Like today

Wouldn’t your time be better spent

On days to come?

Not the ones that went

And left you on a doorstep one grey morning

One grey morning

Like today