One of these mornings
It won't be long
You're gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You're gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone

What does it mean?
Ooh, tell me what does it mean?
To live free
Anywhere
When you're stuck in this body
When you're stuck in this house
You're stuck in your ways
A bird in a cage
Stuck with it's brain
Making the same mistakes
But that's okay
'Cause you can change your hair and change your life
You change your mouth, your nose, your eye, your skin
You can change into a twenty year old deadbeat
And drop acid in a warehouse somewhere and abandon the kid but

I heard it's said but we never told
You see it in their eyes and you know it's true
We could stand here in the same painted room
But our eyes would be different hues

One of these mornings
It won't be long
You're gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You're gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone

I meant to tell ya
Thought that I told ya
But heaven is a boardroom
It's a place on earth between saved and the drawn
With immaculate reception
And you could tell me again how you preferred sensitive men
But how you could make an exception
And how pagans and virgins and whores down on the floor
On all fours, eyes glazed over in genuflection
But what if you're just too fucked up to ascend
And what if your halo is bent so far that it touches your head and sharpens the edge?
And what if the word on high was passed down, written on a stone and crossed out in pen but

I heard it's sad though I didn't hear
I'm sorry, kid, I just can't forget
Can't wash your sins when they're caked on so thick
If you did, there'd be nothing left

One of these mornings
It won't be long
You're gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone
One of these mornings
It won't be long
You're gonna look for me, child
And I'll be gone