The world awakens on the run And will soon be earning With hopes of better days to come It's a morning yearning.
Children come running to the truth But you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit And while one's living high another's grieving But what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening Oh - What's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening.
You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain I sit here alone There's always someone else to blame.
