Hour That The Morning Comes by James Taylor
Mama makes the music and she makes the news
She dances all night in her golden shoes
She's high flying
Going, going , gone
She'll be halfway to heaven by
The hour that the morning comes
And papa's kacked out with his head in his lap
Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap
'cause he's working so hard
Working all night long
He'll be halfway to hell in
The hour that the morning comes
Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight
Like the pieces of the picture
That you broke last night
I'm sure it's going to be all right
I'll be halfway heavy by
The hour that the morning comes
Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on
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