Morning Wood

It takes two cups of cappuccino

Just to get me ready for the day

As I enter the traffic of the concrete city

My radio's blasting AC/DC

But I'm not moving or shaking

Cause the air conditioner is broken again

And the big lake don't smell so sweet

This early in the morning

But I have to keep the window open

And sometimes I wonder if it's worth it at all

cause I know I'll never be rich

or happy, doing this zombie role call

my heart is on some island in the sun

somewhere, writing poetry by the sea

waking up every day

with my morning wood ready

and your warm body to save me