Early morning
The crows are calling
I left myself on the other side

Now I'm waiting for something
To get me out of anything
Or whatever kind of mess I got myself in again


Dawn again
And the funny thing is

You never know how good you got it
Until it goes bad
So babe don't get mad


Don't let it fly this time
I'm only trying to be your friend


Early warnings
The funeral mourners

Are putting on their stuff to get together
For that same old dance
When it's someone's last


Don't let it fly this time
I'm only trying to be your friend


I give you days and days and days and I'm
Only trying to be your friend