The Morning - Holly Throsby

Night’s gone and morning’s come

We’re rolling over, waking up

And I swing, swing these days along

Counting moments, missing home

We follow love

We think it makes us strong

All these years, love

How could we be wrong?

Then like you, this bird it flew

It misses like I’m missing you

And we drink, drink, we throw them down

We’re better off, we’re better now

We follow love

We think it makes us strong

All these years, love

How could we be wrong?