I Can’t Wait Until the Morning

I know the day I found that nothing mattered

I had my doubts then and I have them now;

my dad’s worried about me

I’m worried about myself,

but I will make it through somehow.

And I can’t wait until the morning

when I’ve woken up again

and I’ve fallen through the cracks

to find my way back

to where I’m broken but I’m clean.

I fell in love in a colony of lepers

where I forgot to be a saint

and though Our Lady smiles on me

I can’t smile to myself,

but I will smile again someday.

And I can’t wait until the morning

when I’ve woken up again

and I’ve fallen through the cracks

to find my way back

to where I’m broken but I’m clean.

I pull myself up by my heart-strings

they’re tearing here and they’re tearing there

despair was etched into her arms

etched across her ankles,

well, babe, we’ll make it through despair.

And I can’t wait until the morning

when I’ve woken up again

and I’ve fallen through the cracks

to find my way back

to where I’m broken but I’m clean.