Jerry Wallace

The Morning After

Jerry Wallace


Distant echoes of sounds of laughter
Memories throwing stones to break the dawn
Are the waking sounds of the morning after
The morning after love has gone

The morning after losing everything
Makes this world an unfamiliar place
So I won't even hear the robin sing
I reach and pull your pillow across my face

The morning after telling you goodbye
Leaves me with no kind of love to give
I would have to feel better to cry
You have really hit me where I live