Morning Light

One last call and I’m feeling drunk again

I’ve got this old guitar and some skinny cigarette

Not quite sure just exactly where I am

But tomorrow I’ll be home and it won’t matter where I’ve been

When the sun comes up in the morning

I’ll be well on my way home

Darling, now’s the time to dry your eyes

I’ll be holding you in the morning light

These days that I've been gone are the longest that I’ve seen

From Austin to LA and everywhere between

But don’t you worry, baby, I'll be coming home again

I’ll be walking up your road, I’ll be holding out my hand

When the sun comes up in the morning

I’ll be well on my way home

Darling, now’s the time to dry your eyes

I’ll be holding you in the morning light

I'll be holding on to you in the morning light