In the Morning  
      In the morning 
      It is raining 
      And umbrellas block the pavement 
      In the café 
      People waking 
      With a cigarette and coffee 
      And she sits there with her paper 
      Half asleep into a picture 
      In the morning 

      In the morning  
      It's all over 
      That's another night of business 
      With the punters  
      On the corner 
      Of estates around the river 
      And she adds up all the takings 
      Hid behind her wilting paper 
      In the morning 

      In the morning  
      Soaked in bath oil 
      Dressed in pink towels 
      And a sweater 
      Looking out at all the people 
      Walking under their umbrellas 
      In the morning 
      There's a feeling 
      Of resentment and expectance 
      It's a fear that comes with working 
      On the dark streets for a living 

      She's attending 
      To her wet hair 
      At the window in the evening 
      Getting ready in a short skirt 
      With her stockings around her ankles 
      Itís a flame that gets attention 
      In a darkness without light 
      And the children need a cuddle 
      As she walks into the light 
      Of the morning

      (c) 1998

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  • FROM THE ALBUM: Domino.
  • Debuted on the summer 1998 tour of the U.S.