James Taylor

Mama makes the music and she makes the news, she dances all night in her golden shoes.
Shes high flying, going, going, gone.
Shell be halfway to Heaven by the hour that the morning comes.
And papas knocked out with his head in his lap.
Mama likes to think that hes taking a nap
cause hes working so hard, working all night long.
Hell 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.
Im sure its going to be all right,
Ill be halfway heavy by the hour that the morning comes
Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on. Somebody told him he was having fun.
But they were wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
If hes fool enough he might open his eyes when the morning comes along.
Now look at that secret agent man sneaking out of church with blood on his hands,
hes for sale, going, going, gone.
Hell be the first to know and the last to go when the shit hits the fan.
Give me a little water, give me a little wine,
youre looking at a man whos been out in the sunshine
Just a little too long, little bit too long.
But Ill be halfway home in the hour that the morning comes.
[ Hour That The Morning Comes Lyrics ]