Besedila: Shel Silverstein. Last Mornin'.

This is the last mornin'
That I wake up in this dirty city
Lookin' for the sunshine
As the buildings block the skies.
This is the last mornin'
That I wash in rusty water,
Try to shave a face
That I don't even recognize.

Down the hallway, rats are skitterin'.
I can smell the garbage rottin'
Hear the children cryin' in apartments down below.
This is the last mornin'
That I'm gonna have to listen to it.
I'm goin' home.

This is the last mornin'
That I try to breathe the heavy air.
Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic,
Watch the world turn grey.

This is the last mornin'
That I drink my coffee standin' up,
Smile and speak to strangers
Who just turn and walk away.
This is a tough cold city here.
I guess I'll never cut it here.

And I'm so tired of tryin'
to stand against it all alone.
This is the last mornin'
That I'm gonna have to fight it.
I'm goin' home.

This is the last mornin'
That I wear these greasy overalls,
Punch the clock
And do just what I'm told
to get get along.
And face the long evenin'
Lyin' close beside my radio
Imaginin' the kisses of the girl
Who sings the song.

Down below the subway's screamin'
As I lie here half way dreamin'
Lookin' at the ceiling
Wonderin' where the dream went wrong .
This is the last mornin'
That I'm gonna have to think about it.
I'm goin' home.