SUNDAY MORNING IN BALTIMORE

Wake up fast, this morning came too soon for me,
but I gotta keep rolling, so I draw back the canopy.

Then I, look over, my shoulder ' who's this girl lyin next to me?
So I tap her on the shoulder yea I tap her on the shoulder sayin:
Last night was, alright, but now's another day
so you gotta
get up and get out and be quick cause I got stuff to do
Then its, slowly, memory comes rollin back to me . . .
recollectin still frames of whiskey games
but now it's just a, just another

Sunday morning, Sunday morning . .

This city, it's enough to make a good man fall
This city, it's enough to make a good man fall
it's not what your expecting, but it's everything you fear.
the lights, they redirect you to a neon atmosphere '
Sunday Morning

Like I said, last night was, alright, but nows another day.
So I light me up a cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet.
Then I stumble out the door and the landing grabs my feet,
now it's one more, till I reach the front door,
and Im back out on the street.
Now it's 4 blocks and two bus stops and shit, I forgot my keys.
it's Sunday Morning
Sunday moring

This city, it's enough to make a good man fall
This city, it's enough to make a good man fall
It's not what you're expecting, but it's everything you've feared
the lights they redirect you, to a neon atmosphere.
Sunday morning
Sunday morning