As the early morning filters through My shuttered window pane I look about and realize That things are still the same These flowers in a gla** Mark the hours that have pa**ed As i lay sleeping And i can hear my footsteps ringing Down the empty morning street And the concrete that i walk upon Is cold beneath my feet A single winging dove Reminds me of the sleeping love That i am leaving 'cause everyone must someday do his own thing 'cause everyone must someday do his own thing And i have a brand new song to sing In the morning skies the stars Begin to sputter and to fade As the night surrenders all its claim On shadows it has made A watchdog's hungry bark Is the morning's first remark Upon my walking And everyone must someday do his own thing And everyone must someday do his own thing And i have a brand new song to sing And i'm told that if i try That i can do most anything Well then i would like to sing a song And make this morning ring As the morning turns to day Hear the waking city say Who is that singing