Morning Time
You in the morning time reminds me of the summertime
And any time that ain't right now seems to be a waste of time
The way the grass fills hills or the holler, and the sun gives in to the crescent moon
Well, I'm giving in tomorrow, making love in the afternoon
'Cause when you go down hard, you come up swinging
I fucking hate love, but I love you in the evenings
I swore you'd be here when I finally woke
I love you in the evenings, but I fucking hate high hopes
Well, you in the morning time reminds me of a simpler time
Cutting grass for cash and gasoline to prove I'm worth your touch and time
The way a woman's hands are warfare to a wise man's worn out ways
The way I figured I was worthless when I lost a love that should've stayed
'Cause when you go down hard, you come up swinging
I fucking hate love, but I love you in the evenings
I swore you'd be here when I finally woke
I love you in the evenings, but I fucking hate high hopes
You in the morning time reminds me that each day is mine
To be grateful for the rising sun sneaking through the window blind
The way you tell me it's alright the past has passed, and right now's arrived
You in the morning time makes me glad I'm still alive
And any time that ain't right now seems to be a waste of time
The way the grass fills hills or the holler, and the sun gives in to the crescent moon
Well, I'm giving in tomorrow, making love in the afternoon
'Cause when you go down hard, you come up swinging
I fucking hate love, but I love you in the evenings
I swore you'd be here when I finally woke
I love you in the evenings, but I fucking hate high hopes
Well, you in the morning time reminds me of a simpler time
Cutting grass for cash and gasoline to prove I'm worth your touch and time
The way a woman's hands are warfare to a wise man's worn out ways
The way I figured I was worthless when I lost a love that should've stayed
'Cause when you go down hard, you come up swinging
I fucking hate love, but I love you in the evenings
I swore you'd be here when I finally woke
I love you in the evenings, but I fucking hate high hopes
You in the morning time reminds me that each day is mine
To be grateful for the rising sun sneaking through the window blind
The way you tell me it's alright the past has passed, and right now's arrived
You in the morning time makes me glad I'm still alive
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Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan
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