Morning Man
Rupert Holmes
I arise to the five A.M. skies
Left over from yesterday.
With a moan I reach out for the phone,
It's her, says she's on her way.
And fifteen minutes later
I hear the elevator.
I gave her my apartment key,
So she eases in and lies with me.
Pay my way with a nine to five day,
She's working a midnight grind.
Dressed in white by the dawn's eerie light,
She reaches my cobwebbed mind.
She brews us up some coffee,
And pulls the covers off me,
I grab her wrist and pull her near,
And the night begins to clear,
Morning man, doesn't take much to wake me,
Just you shake your morning man.
I've been dreaming of how you'll wake me
Since this endless night began.
So curl up with your early riser,
In my eyes you see the plan.
You'll catch up on your sleep this evening,
And I'll be your morning man.
Eight at night in the last of the light,
I wander back home again.
Time is cheap 'cause I know she's asleep
And out for the count 'til ten.
And when she's finally wakin',
I'll fix some eggs and bacon.
She'll say, "Goodnight, I'm late again."
I'll say, "Goodnight. I'll wait."
Morning man, doesn't take much to wake me,
Just you shake your morning man.
I've been dreaming of how you'll wake me
Since this endless night began.
So curl up with your early riser,
In my eyes you see the plan.
You'll catch up on your sleep this evening,
And I'll be your morning man.