Morning

The mountains are turning red
Winds have left the summer dead
Good things will pass
'Cause nothing lasts 'til morning

They say changes don't come easily
(They say changes don't come easily)
Unless it was meant to be
Even if what's gone is too strong for losing

Morning, morning, morning
Morning, morning, morning

It's a fine line to be chasing time
Good things must be left behind
All things new will soon be through and passing

Colors change and fade away
Some things look better in gray
But I hope to say I'm on my way back to the morning

Morning, morning, morning
Morning, morning, morning

I want to go back and be home with the girls in the morning
Morning, morning, morning
Morning, morning, morning

Oh morning, morning, morning
Morning, morning, morning