Morning Is Broken

You used to be mean
You used to be cruel
But you were laughing then
And it was no accident
Where did the mean man go
Is he chasing his shadow?
Is he unhappy to report
That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore?
You know it all
You’ve got all the answers
But if that’s the case
What’s with the long face?
It’s very easy to be brave
With your good foot in the grave
It’s very easy to be cold
When there’s no one in the world you want to know
It’s very easy to be suave
When you’re on your guard
Like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore?
Is it hard to let go
At the foot of the rainbow
Just to be informed
That the chase was your reward?
Here, have a crock of gold
Keep it for when you’re old
Like a week on Tuesday
Hey, wise men say
It’s very easy to be brave
With your good foot in the grave
It’s very easy to be cold
When there’s no one in the world you want to know
It’s very easy to be suave
When you’re on your guard
Like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore?
Put me in the ground