Early morning 

The crows are calling 

I left myself on the other side 

Now I'm waiting for something 

To get me out of anything 

Or whatever kind of mess I got myself in again 



Dawn again 

And the funny thing is 

You never know how good you got it 

Until it goes bad 

So babe don't get mad 



Don't let it fly this time 

I'm only trying to be your friend 



Early warnings 

The funeral mourners 

Are putting on their stuff to get together 

For that same old dance 

When it's someone's last 



Don't let it fly this time 

I'm only trying to be your friend 



I give you days and days and days and I'm 

Only trying to be your friend