On Almost Any Sunday Morning
Counting Crows
Take a message to your head Just stay beside her in the bed You were so stupid to believe in things you couldn’t see then make ’em all you want If you haven’t got the reasons just make up any reason and pick them ’til they’re torn take it all away you took your coat today and they all go back in the morning make the time to find your way got a little further today wash your eyes clear of anything make them empty circles and dress yourself in black or grey I’m hungry like a wild waif or only child This lithium is heroin to me makes it all withdraw all the anger lost but it all keeps coming back in the morning keep yourself too clean and dig yourself a dream that we won’t be coming home alone not this time not this time not this time not this time