Save One For The Morning - Chris Bathgate

What’s that silvery sound?

A girl with a wounded gown

Clattering up my street

A silence in secrecy

All the tarnished, they humble me

And everything I found

Is just laid out

And yes I’ve learned to save one for the morning

Yes I’ve learned to take my bow

What’s wrong, what’s wrong baby?

It’s nothing now

You heed me like a warning instead of a morning now

Cause I’ve been an echo lately

And baby you are right there

So here’s a silvery sound

For those who’ve been known to drown

For those who know it well

So spread out your secrets for me

And pin them to my lapel

I thought that you might as well

And yes I’ve learned to save one for the morning

Yes I’ve learned to take my bow

What’s wrong, what’s wrong baby?

It’s nothing now

You heed me like a warning instead of a morning now

Cause I’ve been an echo lately

And baby you are right there