Each Morning

Dudek
 Early mornings on me
 Lord and I'm so lonely
 It's hard to face the mirror
 Much less face the day
 I'll lie back down in bed
 And smoke a cigarette instead
 And dream about a woman I may never see
 Lyin' down beside her meadows green
 Her eyes are on me
 Like sun a shining
 Giving light to the shadows of my blues
 Love her laughing
 Love her sigh
 And I wish that I could hold her for a lifetime
 But a dreams a dream
 Born to die
 Sometimes I'll just let my mind fade away
 Fade away
 But lately I'm inclined to let things stay this way
 Stay this way
 Traveling through this place unknown
 Will this old gypsy find his home
 He may lose his way but never
 Will he lose the memory
 Of your laughter
 Of your eyes
 Oh I wish that I could hold you for a lifetime
 But a dreams a dream
 Born to die