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Someone's morning begins, |
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The phone in the next apartment is ringing, |
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The man upstairs in the shower is singing loudly. |
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Someone's morning begins, |
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The shadows on his window are thinning, |
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The picture on his dresser is grinning proudly. |
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Morning again, the sun is probably shining, |
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Someone is probably finding his way. |
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Morning again, somebody else's day. |
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Someone's morning begins, |
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The sound of his razor is humming and whirring, |
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And somebody under the blankets is stirring and talking. |
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Someone's morning begins, |
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I think I hear him ordering dinner, |
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His steps in the hall are the steps of a winner stalking. |
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Morning again, the sun is probably shining, |
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Someone is probably finding his way. |
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Morning again, somebody else's day. |
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Somebody else is going for glory, |
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Someone else is going far; |
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I'm drinking my instant coffee |
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And wondering where you are. |
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Someone's morning begins, |
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And down on the pavement the traffic is roaring, |
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I make more coffee and catch myself pouring one for you. |
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Someone's morning begins, |
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The radio gives me advice with my dishes, |
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I'm tripping myself on the things that I wish I had done for you. |
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Morning again, the sun is probably shining, |
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Someone is probably finding his way. |
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Morning again, somebody else's day. |
