Least of all I need you in the evening But in the morning, in the morning I can't imagine tragedies befall you When you're calling, and you're calling I've got a vibe and I don't like That you can kill my brighter side I let it buzz away and feign That I did not feel anything Nor pain or gain or pain levain No yeast at all, a matzoh ball I wish that I'd bring levity But I could never heed the call So I lay low in My studio and Hiding from COVID I get to hoping I start to wonder When this is over Why do we bother? Will it be better In the morning In the morning In the morning In the morning