Morning After Blues

Another Sunday morning

The sun’s just about to rise

Jump up at 6 AM and wipe to sleep out of my eyes

Out in the cold cold snow to get the Sunday news

I just love these peaceful times

without the morning after blues.

No smell of cigarettes buried deep inside my clothes

No pounding in my head from

the powder in my nose

I don’t have to wonder what I might have said

Or what foolish things I had done

It’s hard to believe that I once thought

That all of that was so much fun.

Sometimes I don’t know how I did it abusing all those years

Many times I should’ve been lying in a box

Looking up at all the tears

But now I’ve got a grip on life

Doin’ it the way I choose

Takin’ it one day at a time

And fighting those temptation blues