Morning Commute

You always start the day by its end
Nothing to pretend
Hello Billy, it's the morning commute
Gaze by the window
He talks to the glass and trims his beard
Wishing he was a seer but
The puncher lives in a world that he cannot buy

Well, you don't know where you're going
Dreams of eternal spring
Places you haven't seen will never be more genuine
Than you could imagine
Now let go, you've got to let go
Well, you don't know where you're going
Dreams of eternal spring
Places you haven't seen will never be more genuine
Than you could imagine
Now let go, you've got to let go

Billy wants the change
The pride and a trophy for his shelves
Or a story to tell
Wake up honey, this is the morning bell
Mirror tells the man he's grown older
Right upon his shoulders
Under the lush green tree his life is still a blur

Well, you don't know where you're going
Dreams of eternal spring
Places you haven't seen will never be more genuine
Than you could imagine
Now let go, you've got to let go
Well, you don't know where you're going
Dreams of eternal spring
Places you haven't seen will never be more genuine
Than you could imagine
Now let go, you've got to let go