Who’s around when the morning comes?
Who’s around when the morning comes?
Who’s around when the morning comes?
Who’s around when the morning comes?
She push out of the darkness and into the light
Oh, her world never seemed so black
Even when her future look bright
Even when her future look bright
These streets like lines on a palm and veins to her heart
These buildings like beacons, they are guiding back to the start
Buildings likе beacons, back to the start (That’s right)
Phone book pagе is folded in her pocket
She don’t need it (That’s right, that’s right)
In her pocket, she said
“I don’t need it” she said
Darling, I will come home
I will come home
Well can I come home?
Whispering softly “Come on”
As she walks, she says
“I’m at your door”
“I’m at your door”
“I’m at your door”
“I’m at your door”