Lyrics
"You know when you wake up
And right before you're actually awake
When there's like that split second
Where you're not, like, bombarded by the weight of everything?
You know what I mean?
It's like, right as you wake up, you, it's like everything's beautiful
And then phew
You know, and you remember, you remember specific things
Like this is due, this person is mad at me, all these things
But you also remember like those deep, guttural, weighty things
And there's that moment right before
And, uh, this song is written from that perspective, so
Uh, it was written as the first song on the album
But then I wanted to have one that was sort of from a dream first
So, this song is called 'Goodmorning'"
I woke up, I'm in the in-between, honey
One foot out and I know the weight is coming
Because I left it by the bed last night
I open my eyes and I stare and pray for light
There's always one foot out when you say goodbye to the one that you love
One dream away from the ones above
That's such a rhythm in my life these days
So I hold on tight and I learn to behave
Because I lied to you, I lied to you
I lied to your face in the summer
You had long hair then
Look out, because I'm coming back from the dead
It's good morning to the cops (oh)
And good morning to my upstairs neighbor
And to the kids at forty-two
It's anyone who lent me a favor
I wish that I could stop (oh)
Well, now I wish that I could live a little safer
I'm watching all of my nights go blue
Somebody lend me a favor soon
I woke up in the corner store, someone was singing my name
Everybody moving around, acting like nothing had changed
But something had changed in me (yeah, she touched me)
Yeah, she touched me, said, "I know you're not to blame"
What a weight to live under
What a lie that's been covered
I'm talking about rolling thunder
I left you on the street last night
So I'm holding on, grabbing at a light
Because I lied to you, I lied to you
I lied to your face in the summer
I had my hair short then
Look out because I'm combing back from the dead
It's good morning to the cop (oh)
Good morning to my upstairs neighbor
And to the kids at forty-two
Anyone who lent me a favor
I wish that I could stop (oh)
Now I wish that I could live a little safer
I'm watching all of my nights go blue
Somebody lend me a favor soon
I know it's always been you
So I gotta get home soon
Still I'm looking for you, ooh
I know it's always been you
And I just gotta get home soon (oh right)
Emile Haynie, Jack Michael Antonoff
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group