Morning Time

You in the morning time
Reminds me of the summertime
And any time that ain't right now
Seems to be a waste of time
The way the grass fills hills of the holler
And the sun gives in to the crescent moon
Well I'm giving in tomorrow
Making love in the afternoon

'Cause when you go down hard
You come up swinging
I fucking hate love
But I love you in the evenings
I swore you'd be here
When I finally woke
I love you in the evenings
But I fucking hate high hopes

You in the morning time
Reminds me of a simpler time
Cutting grass for cash and gasoline
To prove I'm worth your touch and time
The way a woman's hands are warfare
To a wise man's worn-out ways
The way I figured I was worthless
When I lost a love that should've stayed

Cause when you go down hard
You come up swinging
I fucking hate love
But I love you in the evenings
I swore you'd be here
When I finally woke
I love you in the evenings
But I fucking hate high hopes

You in the morning time
Reminds me that each day is mine
To be grateful for the rising sun
Sneaking through the window blinds
The way you tell me it's alright
The past has passed
And right now's arrived

You in the morning time
Makes me glad I'm still alive