My Words in the Morning
Reading my words in the morning
In the cold cold light of the day,
Is like washing up when you're hungry.
Or feeding a dead horse with hay.
Reading my words in the morning
They don't seem like my words at all.
I wonder who wrote them all really?
The humour and wit seems to pall.
Reading my words in the morning
It all seems such a long time ago.
It was urgent and sharp in the evening,
But that was a long time ago.
Reading my words in the morning
- don’t do it!
