Morning Is Broken - Lloyd Cole

You used to be mean

You used to be cruel

But you were laughing then

And it was no accident

Where did the mean man go

Is he chasing his shadow?

Is he unhappy to report

That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore?

You know it all

You’ve got all the answers

But if that’s the case

What’s with the long face?

It’s very easy to be brave

With your good foot in the grave

It’s very easy to be cold

When there’s no one in the world you want to know

It’s very easy to be suave

When you’re on your guard

Like you always are

The sun goes down and now the shadows arise

The morning is broken as you mourn your life

You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors

You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore?

Is it hard to let go

At the foot of the rainbow

Just to be informed

That the chase was your reward?

Here, have a crock of gold

Keep it for when you’re old

Like a week on Tuesday

Hey, wise men say

It’s very easy to be brave

With your good foot in the grave

It’s very easy to be cold

When there’s no one in the world you want to know

It’s very easy to be suave

When you’re on your guard

Like you always are

The sun goes down and now the shadows arise

The morning is broken as you mourn your life

You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors

You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore?

Put me in the ground