This is the last morning that I wake up in this dirty city,
looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies.
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty in rusty water
Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise.
Down the hallway, rats are skid'rin, I can smell the garbage rotten,
hear the children cryin' in apartments down below.
This is the last morning that I'm goin to have to listen to it...
I'm going home.

This is the last morning, that I try to breathe the heavy air,
fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn gre-e-y
This is the last morning, that I drink my coffee standing up,
smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away.
This is a tough cold city here, and I guess I'll never cut it here,
And I'm so tired of trying to stand against it, all alone.
This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it.
I'm going home.

This is the last morning, that I wear these greasy overalls,
punch the clock, and do just what I'm told to get along.
And face the long evening, lying close beside my radio,
imaginin' the kisses of the girl who sings the song.
Down below the subway screamin', as I lie here halfway dreamin'
looking at the ceiling wondering whe-e-e-re the dream went wrong
This is the last morning that I'm gonna have to think about it.
I'm goin home
I'm going home




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Thanks to (Dave Percy) for correcting these lyrics. Jun 27, 2009