Good morning, blues Fancy waking up here next to you Do you think you could help me find my shoes? I must be a sight, I can't look my best here in this Bright, bright morning light, it ain't right So hit the streets, it's time to go Lift up your head, and remember what you know CHORUS: 'Cause everyone could see right through if they wanted to To what you think you hide What it's said and done, young and dumb You're lucky to be alive You were so ready to take your bow But you went up to the plate, you struck out Hey baby, ain't you sorry now The rolling road Lay out before you, heavy as your load Don't you got what you need? A god, a grace, and a purpose, so godspeed Fall down to your knees Show your face to the morning sky And throw your arms, open them wide CHORUS: Cause everything is heaven and hell And everywhere in between And what you bring is what you brought So, put it on the table and sing Your life ain't pretty, but you came back around So, you kicked the family dog around Well, hey baby, ain't you sorry now?