The Morning After

Well I've been everywhere
Everywhere and twice
Even broke my arm
On a San Francisco night

But things never look so bad the
Morning after

Well I could kill a! y
By breathing at its face
And turn the horses blind
With the blood in my veins

But things never look so bad the
Morning after

I always thought I'd be with you
There's nothing else that I can do
Oh baby it's true

Well I could " ll my glass
With all the tears in your eyes
Now Judas on a cross
Because of all the lies in my mouth

But things never look so bad