i arise to the 5 am skies
left over from yesterday
with a moan i reach out for the phone
it’s her says she’s on her way
and fifteen minutes later
i hear the elevator
i gave her my apartment key
so she eases in and lies with me
pay my way with a nine to five day
she’s working a midnight grind
dressed in white by the dawn’s eerie light
she reaches my cobwebbed mind
she brews us up some coffee
and pulls the covers off me
i grab her wrist and pull her near
and the night begins to clear
morning man doesn’t take much to wake me
just you shake your morning man
i’ve been dreaming of how you’ll wake me
since this endless night began
so curl up with your early riser
in my eyes you see the plan
you’ll catch up on your sleep this evening
and i’ll be your morning man
eight at night in the last of the light
i wander back home again
time is cheap ’cause i know she’s asleep
and out for the count ’til ten
and when she’s finally wakin’
i’ll fix some eggs and bacon
she’ll say goodnight i’m late again
i’ll say goodnight i’ll wait
morning man doesn’t take much to wake me
just you shake your morning man
i’ve been dreaming of how you’ll wake me
since this endless night began
so curl up with your early riser
in my eyes you see the plan
you’ll catch up on your sleep this evening
and i’ll be your morning man
Artist: Rupert Holmes
Year: 1980
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 133