One Grey Morning - Ron Sexsmith

You can count on many things to let you down

You can take you plans

And stick 'em six feet underground

Wouldn’t your time be better spent on days to come?

Not the ones that went

And left you on a doorstep one grey morning

But there’s a rumour and everybody’s so convinced

But you don’t believe

Your eyes have seen no evidence

Of any good left in this town

Of any need to be hanging around

But you’ll leave the sun behind you one grey morning

One grey morning

One of many grey mornings

Always turning up without warning

One grey morning

One of many dream orphans

Always turning up on your doorstep

You follow up on all the leads that lead nowhere

Trying to recognize

The need inside that led you there

You’ll either listen to your heart

Or go drown it out in a noisy bar

'Til you’re overcome by the silence one grey morning

One grey morning

One of many grey mornings

Always turning up without warning

One grey morning

One of many dream orphans

Always turning up on your doorstep

One grey morning

Like today

Wouldn’t your time be better spent on days to come?

Not the ones that went

And left you on a doorstep one grey morning

One grey morning

One of many dream orphans

Always turning up on your doorstep

One grey morning

Like today