Good morning
From the airport
I got all these things
That I can't afford

You sing just like an angel
While you say that you're imperfect
I'm a thousand miles out
Wishing I could make this worth it
I had a dream that you were on the TV screen
And you said to me

It's not the way you say you're sorry
Or the way that you drag your body
Out of bed and into the lobby
Making a scene so we can watch you
I'm so surprised you're still here
After all these years
I'd still choose your hands
Just to bury the axe

In the morning
I feel like a newborn
Like a deer always
In the headlights
I am all the days that make you stop
As if to say
Am I a break from the usual
For you too?

But it's not the way that you say you're sorry
Or the way that you drag your body
Out of bed and into the lobby
Making a scene so we can watch you
I'm so surprised that you're still here
After all these years
I'd still choose your hands to bury the axe