Daybreak

It's daybreak, the all-night has faded to a close
The last of the folkies rises and goes
As the shock of the morning sun blinds your eyes
It's Sunday morn

There's a tomcat alone and padding through the streets
And the vagrant in the doorway's wrapped in a dirty sheet
Such an air of unreality you can only feel
On a Sunday morn

Playland with no one to spin the merry-go-round
Where the horses stand silent waiting to be found
A dreamland, a mirror so clear in broad daylight
It's Sunday morn