In The Morning

<br>(difford/tilbrook)<br><br><br><br>In the morning<br><br>It is raining<br><br>And umbrellas block the pavement<br><br>In the caf<br><br>People waking<br><br>With a cigarette and coffee<br><br>And she sits there with her paper<br><br>Half asleep into a picture<br><br>In the morning<br><br>In the morning<br><br>Its all over<br><br>Thats another night of business<br><br>With the punters<br><br>On the corner<br><br>Of estates around the river<br><br>And she adds up all the takings<br><br>Hid behind her wilting paper<br><br>In the morning<br><br><br><br>In the morning<br><br>Soaked in bath oil<br><br>Dressed in pink towels<br><br>And a sweater<br><br>Looking out at all the people<br><br>Walking under their umbrellas<br><br>In the morning<br><br>Theres a feeling<br><br>Of resentment and expectance<br><br>Its a fear that comes with working<br><br>On the dark streets for a living<br><br><br><br>Shes attending<br><br>To her wet hair<br><br>At the window in the evening<br><br>Getting ready in a short skirt<br><br>With her stockings around her ankles<br><br>Its a flame that gets attention<br><br>In a darkness without light<br><br>And the children need a cuddle<br><br>As she walks into the light<br><br>Of the morning