Some mornings I just want to stay
in bed,
just can't seem to lift my weary
head,
in my bed fortress so warm and
soft
sheltered from a world that's so
often not.
But after a while I get up on my
feet,
brew up some coffee and have a
seat.
And after a while I start to wear
off the night
and start to absorb a little
morning light.
Capo II
Bm C / Dm Am / Em F / G FG
G FG :||
Another
morning in America,
just
wanting to stay in bed.
Another
morning in America,
awake
with a weary head.
C G / F G :||
I take comfort every now and then
in the company of a friend,
someone to help me shoulder the
load
and keep me sputtering on down
the road.
It's so good to feel that I'm not
alone,
that I don't have to carry this
all on my own.
The warm smile of a friend
can help let back in some light
again.
Another
morning in America,
awake
with a weary head.
Another
morning in America,
but
at least I've got my friends.
Turn on the news, and what does
it say?
What terrible things happened
yesterday?
Ah, just turn it off, but it
won't go away.
Why must the world be so cruel
and insane?
I know there's good things out
there happening, too,
but why don't I see them, why
don't they get through?
Maybe I'll just take a walk
around the block;
it's much friendlier there than
inside this box.
Another
morning in America,
but
at least I've got my friends.
Another
morning in America,
I'm
going outside. Fuck what trends.