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