As the early morning filters through

My shuttered window pane

I look about and realize

That things are still the same



These flowers in a glass

Mark the hours that have passed

As I lay sleeping



And I can hear my footsteps ringing

Down the empty morning street

And the concrete that I walk upon

Is cold beneath my feet



A single winging dove

Reminds me of the sleeping love

That I am leaving



'Cause everyone must someday do his own thing

'Cause everyone must someday do his own thing

And I have a brand new song to sing



In the morning skies the stars

Begin to sputter and to fade

As the night surrenders all its claim

On shadows it has made



A watchdog's hungry bark

Is the morning's first remark

Upon my walking



And everyone must someday do his own thing

And everyone must someday do his own thing

And I have a brand new song to sing



And I'm told that if I try

That I can do most anything

Well then I would like to sing a song

And make this morning ring



As the morning turns to day

Hear the waking city say

Who is that singing