One in the Morning

[couchgrouch]

One in the MorningIt's hard for a woman, hidin' what she thinks'bout a foolish husband, hidin' what he drinksher note slept on the pillow, that once cradled her hairI'd have woke it but I, passed out on the stairsat one in the morninglonely shadows on the wallonly they heard the echoof her footsteps down the hallyeah, things were goin' badthey got worse with her goneall because I kept coming homeat one in the morningI useta get up late, after dawn had passedthe only sunrise I knew, was in my tequila glasstill one night I hit my knees, and prayed hard to Godthanks to Him the next, sun-up that I sawwas one in the morningfading shadows on the wallthey barely heard the echoesof my prayers down the hallthey say the darkest houris just before the dawnlife was black when I was coming homeat one in the morningnow my goal each dayis making it one moreand I've found a waynot to give in and pourone in the morningone in the morning(c)2006 Robert George