One of These Mornings

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You gonna look for me, child

And I'll be gone

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You gonna look for me, child

And I'll be gone

What does it mean?

Ooh, tell me what does it mean to live free anywhere?

When you're stuck in this body

When you're stuck in this house

Stuck in your ways

A bird in a cage stuck with its brain

Making the same mistakes but that's okay

'Cause you could change your hair and change your life

You could change your mouth, your nose, your eyes, your skin

You could change into a twenty-year-old deadbeat

And drop acid in a warehouse somewhere and abandon the kid but

I heard it's sad though they never told you

You see it in their eyes, and you know it's true

We could stand here in the same hated room

But our eyes would be different hues

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You gonna look for me, child

And I'll be gone

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You gonna look for me, child

And I'll be gone

I meant to tell you

Thought that I told you

But heaven is a boardroom

It's a place on earth between saved and the drawn

With immaculate reception

And you could tell me again how you preferred sensitive men

But how you can make an exception

And how pagans and virgins and whores down on the floor

On all fours, eyes glazed over in genuine affection, but

What if you're just too fucked up to ascend

And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head and sharpens the edge?

And what if the word on high was passed down, written on a stone and crossed out in pen, but

I heard it's sad though I didn't hear

I'm sorry, kid, I just can't forgive

Can't wash your sins when they're caked on so thick

If you did, there'd be nothing left

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You gonna look for me, child

And I'll be gone

One of these mornings

It won't be long

You gonna look for me, child

And I'll be gone