6 o'clock in the morning
i step into the street
the pavement's cold and empty
i got blues beneath my feet
the moon is dying in front of me
the sun is rising up
i have the day, i got no time
i won't stop to believe
go to the cofeeshop
figure out the plan
or just walk thru the streets
searching friends for help
u expect all kinds of things
names of them are known
but my gift ain't worth a bill
it's not worth a stone