Blow up the bridge and into the moment
Hop the house and into the blue
Blow up the bridge and into the mornin'
Mornin', mornin', mornin', mornin', mornin'
Was it your daily routine?
Your coffee's cold by now
Her face stuck in a magazine
Still hanging in rows on the closet door
Blow up the bridge and into the mornin'
Mornin', mornin', mornin', mornin', mornin'
Out in the garden when it's late
Before the city woke up so still
And stories of you live on