In the Morning

Well it's almost 5 o'clock, it's almost 6 o'clock
It's almost 8 o'clock and now she will go home
And sometimes, in the morning, she tries to forget
sometimes, oh the drive home, it's a long, long ride
She cries, she cries, she cries for no one
Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh
Well it's almost said and done beneath the setting sun
It's almost said and done, and she will close her eyes
And she drives in the drive through, to get her daily fix
The fizzy cherry cola passed her menthol lips
She tries, she tries, she tries for no one
Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh
See them run from convocation
Living lives of deviation
See them run from convocation
Living lives of deviation
She tries, she tries, she tries for no one