To the Morning

Watching the sun, watching it come
Watching it come up over the rooftops
Cloudy and warm, maybe a storm
You can never quite tell from the morning

And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day
And there is really nothing left to say
But, "Come on morning"

Waiting for mail, maybe a tale
From an old friend or even a lover
Sometimes there's none, but we have fun
Thinking of all who might have written

And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day
And there is really nothing left to say
But, "Come on morning"

And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe to love
Is not so strange

The sounds of the day, now they hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow
When day will break and you will wake
And you will rake your hands across your eyes
And realize

That it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day
And there is really nothing left to say
But, "Come on morning"

And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe to love
Is not so strange