Letra de Sour suite

Don´t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin´

I don´t wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it´s a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin´

If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin´

But it´s too late now
It´s too late now
It´s too late now

I don´t wanna think about a runaway Dad
That took away the only thing that I´ve ever had
Don´t even miss him this mornin´

I don´t wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can´t help him out this mornin´

Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see
And perhaps it´s just as well, ´cause I´d rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this mornin´

But it´s too late now
It´s too late now
It´s too late now

Whatever happened to images, ´cause now they´re gone
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin´ on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It´s just like 4 6 2 O 1
It´s just like 4 6 2 O 1

Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
´Cause I´m still here and I can´t beg a dime
I´m back here in 4 6 2 O 1
I´m back here in 4 6 2 O 1

Some bed is waitin´ for me ´round the corner now
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
Back here in 4 6 2 O 1, yeah
Mmm, there´s gotta be a few small changes made

Don´t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this mornin´