Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.

We all fall down sometimes.

You are the owner of this world, my friend

Again, you belong to a world that transcends all these roads.
So I'm casting my vote. Don't you ever tie a knot if your back's to the ropes.
I can smell the moist air driving West from the coast

Or that Best Western that eventually closed
One too many days spent digging out our souls
And all we've got to remember it by's a couple quotes and the clothes that we wore.

But hey, life at times is a road trip filled with pot holes and quarter-mile signs
And on the ride home, you can watch the sunrise
Diving overtop the mountains from behind.

I only judge feeling blue from looking at the sky
Like an alcoholic struggling to keep his spirits high.
If only I could hold you I'd know that you'd be fine

But keep your saltwater.
We've all got a reason to cry.
I'm leaving behind the last time I shook

At that grey cement terminal that classically looked
Like a movie script ending, if the lighting wasn't wrong
And this quilt of our friendship was sown without flaws.

I've been dreaming, head on the desk, dreaming
Ready to crash like the waves that we haven't seen yet
But believe it: the sun won't go down if you mean it

You can ask Daniel Johnson about his grievances
They aren't worth a damn, damn thing at all
Like spiders when we get close to 'em all our feelings start to crawl.

So here's how I see the world bigger:
I like cafes where the forks are bent before dinner
And the waitresses have lyrics written on their chests

They carry coffee pots and burdens and sweep but aren't swept
Well, here's my advice, if I have to take a guess
Your sadness will be better off if it ain't kept anymore.


When you're falling and there's nothing to turn to
Fueling up the hate that you harbor in your journal

The gasoline smells like the clothes that we burn through
Watering our teenage inhibitions if they're fertile
So part the clouds over the bridge that's been broken

Part those dark $$# clouds and leave them open
And never let them say it's too late for you to change
Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say


Good mourning sun rise.
Keep sleeping, open up those ugly blinds

If you were dreaming, I'm sorry that I cut into your time
But reality'll cut you like a hundred knives.
It was defined once upon a time by an unknown whim

That I was fine 'till the dusk rolled in
I'm thinking, look at me now, I can travel on my own
And give life to dead ends and shabby old bones.

Last week, I got another wake-up call from my Dad
Saying, ?Good mourning, son, rise! You're too bright to be so sad.?
So I acknowledge that I'm relatively miniscule

Following the tiki torches down to her swimming pool
The heat of the moment always leaving me a little cool
I wrote this verse in a middle school parking lot

A theme song to dream beyond your written rules
And make sure you're not ever bitter or confused.


When you're falling you can mutter the words to
The secret little prayers that you tally in your journal
The tragedy will fit like the clothes that we've learned to

Leave upon our younger selves that we've since bursted through
Part the clouds over the bridge that's been broken
Part those dark $$# clouds and leave them open

And never let them say it's too late to be your day
Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say


Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.

We all fall down sometimes.

Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.
Good mourning sun rise.

Yeah, we all fall down sometimes
But it's those people that get up that shine.