The Song
When you are a musician you are blessed or cursed with an extended teenage lifestlye. Boy I miss those days, but what I mean is that you may work all day but you party all night too, there are a few times I went to work without getting any sleep at all.

Getting up to go to work for most of us is a bind, a drag and do we have to? The answer generally is yes, if we want to keep having money coming in. Going to work is always, well at least for me filled with recriminations. I don’t feel I am alone in this, especially from the feedback that I have recieved. I have had a lot of jobs in my working life, some of them have been oh so boring and I found myself living for the breaks. Anyway this song is dedicated and wrote for all the world’s wage slaves

The Video
I am looking to make a video for this song, that is if I can get enough people to send me short clips of their mornings

Verse One
Another Morning, my head is filled with drink.
Why do I do it? Oh I’ve got to think.
A cup of coffee, just to clear my mind.
I’ve got to hurry, to get to work on time.

Chorus
There is no time for having fun,
there seems no time at all.
Another day, too soon it comes,
Another morning.

Verse Two
I live for the breaks, I wish they’d last all day.
This ain’t the place, or part I thought I’d play.
Another morning, just like a slave am I.
This is so boring, I’m waiting to retire.

Chorus
There is no time for having fun,
there seems no time at all.
Another day, too soon it comes,
Another morning.

Mid
Another day for a weekly wage,
no this can’t be my life.
Another day it slips on by,
oh how I love the night

Verse Three
The morning cometh, it almost makes me blind.
My spirit plumits, as I see the time.
Here we suffer, for God knows what the crime.
I often wonder, til drink it clears my mind.

Chorus
There is no time for having fun,
there seems no time at all.
Another day, too soon it comes,
Another morning.

Chorus
There is no time for having fun,
there seems no time at all.
Another day, too soon it comes,
Another morning, another morning.
Another morning, another morning.
Another morning,

(c) 1991 Words & Music by John Robert Hunter