(Don McGlashan)

She turns her face to the wall

She won't let anybody see her

The winter comes and sits

Where the window doesn't fit

And she cries herself awake another morning

Across the street a cafe

And the sound of people laughing

Her heart it wants to go

But the rest of her says no

And she lies under the weight of another morning

Another morning

She might have flown away with the day

With her sorrow circling below her

Another morning could see her swinging high above the crowds

With the feeling that they all want to know her

But the truth is that she

Don't know who she'll be tomorrow

Just what face to wear

Or the way she'll do her hair

And that's why she's so afraid of another morning

But the truth is that she

Don't know who she'll be tomorrow

Just what face to wear

Or the way she'll do her hair

And that's why she's so afraid of another morning

Why's she so afraid of another morning?

Oh, why's she so afraid of another morning?