New Morning

So this is the new morning

But I don't feel new at all

It is not what you deserve

It's what you get when the day is done

I am sick of gathering roses

For a lover yet to come

I can hear the highway calling

And I know she just will not call twice

I have been a sorry fool

But what else a man could be

When they teach him tons of bulls**t

And not a single useful thing

Maybe I am down with love

Maybe I am blind with pride

Maybe I am forever a stranger

Chasing ghosts into the darkest night

Holy road don't turn me away

I got no one left but myself but myself

But myself

Holy road don't turn me down

My heart's a broken glass on the ground

On the ground on the ground

So this is the new morning

And I don't feel new at all

It is not what you deserved

It's just what you finally got

I am sick of striking poses for somebody

Who's not there

I can hear the highway calling

Whispering it is not too late

Not too late

Holy road don't turn me away

I got no one left but myself but myself

But myself

Holy road don't turn me down

My heart's a broken glass on the ground

On the ground

On the ground