These Mornings

I'll never have you in my dreams We're drifting apart, so it seems The minute's passing, the dove's a-fleeing The door's a-closin' You've seen the last of me These mornings, these days I'm going, gone an hour past eight These mornings Howlin' and riled are the dogs There's no more footprints for mom and pop to see They're fading past all your loved ones No room for growing up, just adults These mornings, these days I'm going, at an hour past eight One kiss for my life, rest assured One chance, hit or miss, life ensues Face to face, till we can't no more Face to face, I free myself from war