morning’s broken, the night is gone
what have we become
something, something wrong,
i don’t think you hear what i’m saying
i don’t think you took the time to learn
so you drop to your knees and you
start praying but you’re screaming to
the stars that burn.
They used to try and tell me what to do,
but I never listen to a thing. so I jumped
right in and i made out like a fool for the
green eyed boy who was born in the spring.
become. what have we become…