DESCRIPTION:
Jack Bruce: bass, piano, organ & vocals
Chris Spedding: guitar
Jim Marshall: drums

Morning Story

Running, jumping, pushing its way
Morning nighttime blends into day
Can't find curtains to shut it away

We were alone in the hills of night
Now the neon dawn let's in the light
And the milkman that nobody knows leaves bottles of tears
At the house full of laughter nobody ever hears

O the grass is burned black
By the ships coming back
From the stars, golden stars
Seas turned to steam
When we boiled the dream
Of tomorrow, tomorrow

When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till then smoke turns her grey

Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
Morning nighttime moves into day
Can't find warmth to keep it away

Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
And the angel who sits in her car full of desire
But the hoses who came from the town put out her fire

O the seas have run dry
And the sun's one good eye
Is to blind to see
Sky has gone bad
From the good times we had
Burning bright, such good times

When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her gray