Letras:
Café Da Manhã

I had a hard time waking this morning I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours, they keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the

Hold the milk, put back the sugar They are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes From our late friend's cereal bowl Breakfast Clubbers

Me want a soft boiled cookie And a glass of cookie juice on the side Or for a change one morning Me will have cookies scrambled or fried It isn't

White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast

She was still on my mind when I crossed the state line Walked out a little too fast I said some things that I didn't mean And I should have taken 'em

You roll your eyes To say the least I'm all alone and I feel That you can't be a part of this And now you run for These empty lights These empty waves

Well, here I am in a roadside stew You're checking to see if I'm alright I'm looking up at you, well, I'm okay I've been here before You know I have an

I woke up this morning and prayed to the gypsy rose lady "Gypsy can you help me I'm struggling you see." I heard her laughing over by the slot machine

De manana mi amor Pedire el desayuno tal vez Te hare un carino y despues Te tendre en mis brazos Y entre abrazos Con el cuarto En desorden esperar Lentamente