The Morning Man

There’s someone that I’m looking for He’s somewhat of the morning man He writhes around to the sound of breaking bones attuned by the birdsongs By the bird songs By the bird songs I’ve got a question to ask him Like where do you go when the morning don’t show Cause a menagerie of Cause a menagerie of Cause a menagerie of I've got a question to ask him Like where do you go when the morning don't show Cause a menagerie of weltschmerz will be waiting for you at noon If you’re not back soon Well the lovers The sun The loners The charm I’ll be waiting for you at noon Yeah I'll be waiting for you at noon If you’re not back soon Well the lovers The sun The loners The charm I’ll be waiting for you at noon Yeah I'll be waiting for you at noon The morning man drinks his tea Above mountainsides too high to see There’s someone that I’m looking for He’s somewhat of the morning man He writhes around to the sound of birdsongs singing break his bones Break his bones Break his bones The morning man drinks his tea Above mountainsides too high to see Confabulation tore asunder the blunders The morning man drinks his tea