Anne McCue

Everyday, thinking about the war
It won't go away, it's a comforting feeling
For the men who build machines and guns and bombs
I guess they love the smell of money in the morning
Money in the morning
Every time I see his face again
I see the worry lines
He's got an empty feeling
See the water rise
And ice falls in the sea
There's a hole in the sky
But there'll be money in the morning
Money in the morning
Every time I see your face again
I wonder where we'll be
I've got a scary feeling
I'm feeling so alone
When you're here with me
Will we make it home?
Will there be money in the morning?
Money in the morning