(Shel Silverstein)

This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this
dirty city

Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block
the skies

This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty
water

Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even
recognise

Down the hallway rats are skitterin'

I can smell the garbage rottin'

Hear the children cryin' in an apartment down
below

This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to
listen to it

I'm going home, yeah

This is the last mornin', that I try to breath
the heavy air

Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the
world turn grey

This is the last mornin' that I drink my coffee
standing up

Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and
walk away

This is a tough cold city here

And I'll guess I'll never cut it here

And I'm so tired of tryin' to stand against it
all alone

This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to
fight it

I'm going home, yeah

This is the last mornin' that I wear these greasy
overalls

Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get
along

And face the long evenin', layin' close beside my
radio

Imaginin' the kisses of the girl that sings the
song

Down below the subway's screaming

As I lay here halfway dreaming

Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the
dream went wrong (where, where)

This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to
think about it

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

(c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.