One Too Many Mornings

Down the street the dogs are barking, And the day is a-getting dark. As the night comes in a-fallin', The dogs, they'll lose their bark. And the silent night will shatter, From the sounds inside my mind. And I'm one too many mornings, And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes start to fade. And I turn my head back to the room, Where my love and I have laid. And I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign. And I'm one too many mornings, And a thousand miles behind. It's a restless, hungry feeling, That don't mean no one no good. When everything I'm saying, You can say it just as good. You are right from your side, And I am right from mine. We're both just one too many mornings, And a thousand miles behind.