Like the one described to me in song
Won't you come see me in the morning?
Won't you come see me late at night?
For it ain't right, no it just ain't right
You're meant to turn away from the light
This useless, helpless feeling
A young man should be blessed with love
There's just flesh and fire below
This drunken, senseless reeling
I have to leave you in the morning
Most of them doing something in between
Some bitter awakening this has been
The next time she calls I'm gonna let her in
The next time she calls I'm gonna let her in
And if she leaves me in the morning