First Thing in the Morning

Yesterday the poppies sprang

From bodies of complaint

Heroes mown in thousands

To preserve a coat of paint

That once was spread on thin air

And is consequently faint

Without it got to my time-zone

This evening

And here's the future

Here and now for what it's worth

And hallelujah

There ain't a way this fool can leave this earth

Round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The company this evening

Are conveniently spaced

As not to rock the boat

On which they placed themselves in haste

In rows of nuclear hutches

Watching boxes and disgraced

On board the sinking Mayflower

Of the conscience

And here's the future

Here and now for what it's worth

And hallelujah

There ain't a way this fool can leave this earth

First thing in the morning

When there ain't a place to go

Nowhere to get up to bade

Not a stroke to do

I'll meet you undercover

And we'll make it nice and slow

To celebrate the passions

Of great fortune

'Cause here's the future

Here and now for what it's worth

Hallelujah

There ain't a way I wanna leave this earth

There ain't a way

There ain't a way I wanna leave this earth

Round and round

Round and round

Round and round