| Here comes the morning, cruel and clear
|
| There is no reasonable chance that it might disappear
|
| Here comes the evening, it’s still the same
|
| We are just passengers upon a godless ghostly train
|
| But she loves me when I try
|
| She thinks about me when I’m gone
|
| Oh she helps me when I can’t hold on
|
| It’s another market, another sale
|
| Another reason to believe we’re ahead and cannot fail
|
| But there’s deadly dangers we must endure
|
| There are so many different ways we never can be sure
|
| But she loves me when I try
|
| She thinks about me when I’m gone
|
| Oh she helps me when I can’t hold on
|
| So there is no ending to this tale
|
| There is no destination on this long and restless rail
|
| And here comes the morning, cruel and clear
|
| There is no reasonable chance that it might disappear
|
| But she loves me when I try
|
| She thinks about me when I’m gone
|
| Oh she helps me when I can’t hold on |