No matter how far wrong you’ve gone
You can always turn around

Met a woman in a bar
Told her I was hard to get to know
And near impossible to forget
She said I had an ego on me
The size of Texas

Well I’m new here and I forget
Does that mean big or small

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone You can always turnaround

And I’m shedding plates like a snake
And it may be crazy but I’m
The closest thing I have
To a voice of reason

See that Black boy over there, runnin’ scared
His ol’ man got a problem
Pawned off damn near everything, his ol’
Woman’s weddin’ ring for a bottle
And don’t you think it’s a crime
When time after time, people in the bottle

See that sista, sho wuz fine before she
Started drinkin’ wine from the bottle
Said her ol’ man committed a crime
And he’s doin’ time,
So now she’s in the bottle

She’s out there on the avenue, all by herself
Sho’ needs help from the bottle
Preacherman tried to help her out
She cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle.
And don’t you think it’s a crime
When time after time, people in the bottle

See that gent in the wrinkled suit
He done damn near blown his cool to the bottle
He wuz a doctor helpin’ young girls along
If they wuzn’t too far gone to have problems.
But defenders of the dollar eagle
Said “What you doin’, Doc, it ain’t legal,”
And now he’s in the bottle

I’m gonna take the song from every bird
And make em sing it just for me
Bird’s got something to teach us all
About being free, yeah
Be no rain..
Be no rain..

And I think I’ll call it morning
From now on
Why should I survive on sadness?
And tell myself I got to be alone
Why should I subscribe to this world’s madness?
Knowing that I’ve got to live on
Yeah I think I’ll call it morning
From now on

I’m gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
And paint it all over my sky
Be no rain…
Be no rain…

I’m gonna take the song from every bird
And make them sing it just for me
Cause why should I hang my head
Why should I let tears fall from my eyes?

When I’ve seen everything there is to see
And I know there is no sense in crying
I know there ain’t no sense in crying
Yeah I think I’ll call it morning
From now on

Just thirty miles from Detroit
Lies a giant power station
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Like a creature from another time
But no one stopped to think about the people or
How they will survive

And we almost lost Detroit
This time
How will we ever get over
Losing our minds