Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this morning
Don't wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it's a bore behind an open door
Got no time for that this morning
If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
Or tell about my warning
But it's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
Don't wanna think about a runaway dad
That took away the only thing that I never had
Don't even miss him this morning
I don't wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can't help him out this morning
Review is loving me so I go out to sea
And perhaps it's just as well
Cause I'd rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this morning
But it's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
Whatever happened to images
Cause now they're gone
Worn out phrases just keep on hanging on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses
A conversation sings
As the evening draws nearer and nearer
It's just like 4-6-2-0-1
It's just like 4-6-2-0-1
Whatever happened to early morning open skies
Broken faces half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with me

Enough of time
Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
I'm back here in 4-6-2-0-1
I'm back here in 4-6-2-0-1
Something better's waiting for me around the corner now
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
I'm back here in 4-6-2-0-1


Back here in 46201
There's gotta be a few small changes made
Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this morning