Ignore the luck and pray for grace,

While the lack of will is all that remains.

Where’s the fun in that faith, 

The dancing of remembrance in the rain. 

The morning sun…

The morning sun…

Snap a picture and turn down the road,

Empty words about so and so. 

Turn around and they already know.

You turn around with no place to go.

The morning sun…

The morning sun…