You can count on many things to let you down
And stick 'em six feet underground
Wouldn't your time be better spent on days to come?
And left you on a doorstep one grey morning
But there's a rumour and everybody's so convinced
Your eyes have seen no evidence
Of any good left in this town
Of any need to be hanging around
But you'll leave the sun behind you one grey morning
One of many grey mornings
Always turning up without warning
One of many dream orphans
Always turning up on your doorstep
You follow up on all the leads that lead nowhere
The need inside that led you there
You'll either listen to your heart
Or go drown it out in a noisy bar
'Til you're overcome by the silence one grey morning
One of many grey mornings
Always turning up without warning
One of many dream orphans
Always turning up on your doorstep
Wouldn't your time be better spent on days to come?
And left you on a doorstep one grey morning
One of many dream orphans
Always turning up on your doorstep