Come the Morning

fall asleep s'deeply, hit the bottom of a hole In the morning it will be alright fingers all in knots, the poet drinks, his parrot talks come the morning it'll be alright surrender the day n' release the night 'world is getting smaller th' closer I look there's plenty I don't understand there isn't much below me as the night lights up with the with th' stars from th' back of yo' hand y' say I'm lost, that I don't give a damn well I say that giving is all I am and so amidst my youthful search for the absolutes, I saw I saw the motley fool's-cap rise far from th' hailing distance of heated disputes I I feel inclined to live my life without excuse, I don't compromise come the morning it'll be alright surrender the day and release the night come the morning it'll be alright