As The Early Morning Filters Through
My Shuttered Window Pane
I Look About And Realize
That Things Are Still The Same

These Flowers In A Glass
Mark The Hours That Have Passed
As I Lay Sleeping

And I Can Hear My Footsteps Ringing
Down The Empty Morning Street
And The Concrete That I Walk Upon
Is Cold Beneath My Feet

A Single Winging Dove
Reminds Me Of The Sleeping Love
That I Am Leaving

'Cause Everyone Must Someday Do His Own Thing
'Cause Everyone Must Someday Do His Own Thing
And I Have A Brand New Song To Sing

In The Morning Skies The Stars
Begin To Sputter And To Fade
As The Night Surrenders All Its Claim
On Shadows It Has Made

A Watchdog's Hungry Bark
Is The Morning's First Remark
Upon My Walking

And Everyone Must Someday Do His Own Thing
And Everyone Must Someday Do His Own Thing
And I Have A Brand New Song To Sing

And I'm Told That If I Try
That I Can Do Most Anything
Well Then I Would Like To Sing A Song
And Make This Morning Ring

As The Morning Turns To Day
Hear The Waking City Say
Who Is That Singing