She’s begging me to stay, but my mind’s already made
Guess I’ll try my luck downtown
I’m feening for a drink that will lead me to believe that this bar is all I need
See, I’m too old to dream, but still too young to sleep
I’ve grown tired of counting sheep
I’ll be back before the sunrise
Walk in too late with bloodshot eyes
I can’t promise you my shape, but I’ll be alright
I’ll be back before a bird cries
By the time you wake, I’ll be by your side
So, darling, please don’t wait, I’ll be back by the morning time
I’ll be back by the morning time
It’s half past 10, and I’m grinning like a kid that’s playing with his fate
The old man in the corner, he’s been picking just for quarters
Telling stories that you couldn’t fake
From whiskey breath talking all to crooked line walking
We ain’t leaving till the windows turn gray
I’ll be back before the sunrise
Walk in too late with bloodshot eyes
I can’t promise you my shape, but I’ll be alright
I’ll be back before a bird cries
By the time you wake, I’ll be by your side
So, darling, please don’t wait, I’ll be back by the morning time
I’ll be back by the morning time
I’ll be back by the morning time