Your clothes spread out on the floor Just like it was before A homerun is a hit I'll never score The hours before the break of dawn Are as fragile as a song And can go on and on and on and on and on We wait for the light To break through the summer night I hope I run into you tomorrow And I hope you will talk to me until The morning comes until the morning comes Looking for my clothes on the floor I gently close the door In times like these you're all I'm looking for I swear to God I know that I Want to struggle to get by The fact that all the good things someday die Because all the good things someday die