One of these mornings It won't be long You wanna look for me, child And I'll be gone One of these mornings It won't be long You wanna look for me, child And I'll be gone
What does it mean Ooh, tell me what does it mean To live free Anywhere When you're stuck in this body When you're stuck in this house You're stuck in your ways A bird in a cage Stuck with it's brain Making the same mistakes But that's okay 'Cause you can change your hair and change your life If you change your mouth, your nose, your eye, your skin You can change into a twenty year old deadbeat And drop ass in a warehouse somewhere and then you kid love
I heard it's said but we never told You see it in their eyes and you know it's true We could stand here in the same hated room But our eyes would be different colors
One of these mornings It won't be long You wanna look for me, child And I'll be gone One of these mornings It won't be long You wanna look for me, child And I'll be gone
I meant to tell ya Thought that I told ya But heaven is a boring room It's a place on earth between saved and the drawn With immaculate reception And you could tell me again how you preferred sensitive men But how you could make an exception And how pagans and virgins and horses down on the floor In all fours, eyes glazed over in gained affection But what if you're just too fucked up to ascend And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head and sharpens the edge? And what if the word on Nile was passed down written on a stone and crossed out in pen but
I heard it's said though I didn't hear I'm sorry, kid, I just can't forgive Can't wash your sins when the cake dances thick If you did, there'd be nothing left
One of these mornings It won't be long You wanna look for me, child And I'll be gone One of these mornings It won't be long You wanna look for me, child And I'll be gone
Compositores: Dorothy Love Coates, Bradley Robert Petering, Dorothy Mae Norwood ECAD: Obra #40509145