Morning Song

If only it were scripted
Like a chisel into stone
Well I guess that I'd get bored then
Knowing how the wind blows

But now I'm only asking
'cause I'm not really sure
That I could carry on
Not knowing where I go
Or how it rolls away, it rolls away
How it rolls away slow

And a hearts a roll of quarters
Or a pocket full of dimes
You can only ride the roller coaster
So many times

And it may mean nothing to you
But it means everything to me
That it feel just like the first time
Like waking in a dream

Oh how it rolls away, it rolls away
How it rolls away slow

And it's all in the morning
It's all in the morning
It's all in the morning song
How it rolls on

And I guess it's worth the wounds
Loving like a kid howling at the moon

Oh how it rolls aways, it rolls away
Oh how it rolls away slow
How it rolls away, it rolls away
How it rolls on