I woke up this morning
The world was just turning
And my mind was walking around

And you are out there on the road
And I carry such a heavy load

Everything's changing then rearranging
And I'm looking for a peaceful mind
I write a letter with black ink

But it's not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the [bad word] 
But it's not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the [bad word] 
I woke up this morning
The world was just turning
And my mind was walking around

And you are out there on the road
And I carry such a heavy load

Everything's changing then rearranging
And I'm looking for a peaceful mind
I write a letter with black ink

But it's not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the [bad word] 
But it's not too late
To change my point of view
But it hurts sometimes
To face the [bad word]