E5 E5 This is the last morning, that I wake up in this dirty city, B5 looking for the sunshine, as the buildings block the skies B5 This is the last morning, that I wash in rusty water, E5 trying to shave a face, that I don't even recognize E5 Down the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting; A5 hear the children crying, in an apartment, down below B5 This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it, E5 E5 E5 I'm going home, yeah E5 This is the last morning, that I try to breath the heavy air, B5 B5 fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey This is the last morning, that I drink my coffee standing up, E5 smile and speak to strangers, who just turn and walk away E5 This is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here A5 And I'm so tired of trying to stand against it, all alone B5 This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it, E5 E5 E5 I'm going home, yeah E5 This is the last morning that I wear these greasy overalls, B5 punch the clock, and do just what I'm told, to get along B5 And face the long evening, laying close beside my radio, E5 E5 E5 imagining the kisses, of the girl that sings the song E5 Down below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming A5 E5 Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where) B5 This is the last morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it, E5 E5 E5 I'm going home, yeah E5 E5 E5 E5 E5 E5 E5 E5 E5 I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home . . . . * Alternate: Capo II
