Don’t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this morning, not never ever,
Don’t wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it’s a bore behind an open door
Got no time for that this morning

If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warning
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 never had
Don’t even miss him this morning
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 morning

Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to sea
And perhaps it’s just as well cause I’d rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this morning
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
The conversation sinks as the evening drowses
It’s just like 4-6-2-0-1
It's just like 4-6-2-0-1

Whatever happened to early morning open 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 4-6-2-0-1
I’m back here in 4-6-2-0-1

Something better's waiting for me around the corner now
I got to find it and try and hang on for a little while
I'm back here in 4-6-2-0-1
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 morning

Cinnie said:

I first heard of this song exactly 5 years ago and the lyrics to this song...I felt that way a few times...one of my personal favorite songs from them.