Out in the street it's six am...
Another sleepless night...
Three cups of coffee but I can't clear my head
From what went down la-a-ast na-aight.

Know we both have our own little ways
But somehow we keep it together.
You hear me talk but you don't hear what I say,
I guess it don't even matter.

{Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see-e what your love has do-one to me?}

I've always listened to your point of view,
My ways I've tried to mend.
And I've always been a patient man
But my patience has reached its e-end.

You tell me you're leaving, you tell me goodbye,
You say you might send a letter.
 (Ah-ah-ah-ah-)
Well, honey, don't telephone, 'cause I won't be alo-one,
I need someone to make me feel bette-ee-eer!
 (Ah-ah-ah-ah-)

{Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see-e (what your love has do-one to me-e-e)?}

< Guitar solo >

{Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see-e what your love has do-one to me?}

{Blue morning} Blue morning...
{Blue morning} Blue mo-o-orning...
{Such a morning} Blue mo-o-orning!..
Blue, blue, blue da-ay, yeah-e-e-eh! (Blue da-ay!)