Waitin for the morning to come
The streets are getting cold,
Theres a fire in my soul.
I’m feelin rough and grimy,
No-one to sit beside me.
Still four hours to wait
Till I see the break of day.
Just thinkin’ about my brother
Taken from his mother.
And I dream of mum and dad,
And it really makes me sad,
But I will be much stronger
And last a little longer.
Its biting at my toes,
And a’nippin in my bones,
But I am not a cryer,
So I sing my song a little louder
I’m just
Waitin for the morning to come.
Waitin for the morning to come.
It’s a long dark night
Till the morning light,
I’m just
Waitin for the morning to come.
Shadows dancing on the walls,
And I’m heeding terror's call.
Although I do not want to,
The streets they get inside you.
I’m watchin and I’m scared
And I know I’m unprepared
For a life out on the street,
If only I’d someone to meet.
But they all just walk right past me,
They cannot even see me.
And I wonder if I’m real
But I know I must conceal
These thoughts, and do not give them space
lest my heart begin to race,
Oh God, I’ve no-one here beside me,
Please wrap your arms around me
While I’m
Waitin for the morning to come.
Waitin for the morning to come.
It’s a long dark night
Filled with toil and fright
When your
Waitin for the morning to come.
Wish I had a few more layers,
The streets are full of players
Chasin tail outside the bars
And tootin from their cars.
And some girls they really like it,
They wanna get inside it,
And it just makes me sick,
Disco holes and disco sticks.
As I Sit upon my ice seat,
Wish I could feel that heat
Inside those dancing halls,
Music blaring through their walls.
The girls laugh, the men are roarin
And I can’t stop the stoning.
Guys are smashing glasses,
And grabbing women's asses.
Lordy Lordy Lord above,
Is there such a thing as love?
Like to think I have more dignity
But the people turn to stare at me
When I cry-
I’m just
Waitin for the morning to come.
Waitin for the morning to come.
It’s a long dark night
In desires fight,
When your
Waitin for the morning to come.
2 gloves, a scarf and hat,
11 stone, a little fat,
I’m absolutely freezing,
The middle of the season.
Now, a couple staggers closer,
The guy just wants to roast her,
He needs to make impression
So I’m waiting for the lesson.
He looks me up and down
and he doesn’t make a sound.
As I wait for his remark
He’s glaring like a hungry shark.
But then he’s pulled away
And I hear the girl say,
Do you have some change, honey?
I don’t have any money.
And she drags the man along
As she breaks into a song-
He’s just
Waiting for the morning to come.
Waiting for the morning to come.
Its long dark night,
And he seems alright,
He’s just
Waiting for the morning to come.
Well, how long can I hack it,
In this crappy cast-off jacket?
I pick up my cup of coins,
Let it rest between my loins-
But its all just bronze and silver,
I give another shiver.
And oh God. Now here they come,
Closing time releasing bums-
And the thugs are racing for me,
Clenching fists instead of johnnies.
And absolutely raging,
From a night of pure frustration.
I tense and try to run
But I’m frozen to the ground,
And the first punch cracks a bone,
One’s recording on his phone
And I see a wall of black
As I fall onto my back.
I was only
Waitin for the morning to come.
