The sun was rising, a haze filling the skyline ahead
The frost kissing the grass, leaving it’s gentle sparkle
The low cloud hugging the hilltops as we drove along
Eurythmics serenaded us as our dreams slipped further away
While work drew closer with every second
Exciting but dismal as our days stretched before us
Sweet thoughts of turning back round,  running to the warmth of bed again
But alas, with money comes responsibility
and nothing in life is free
So we wind our way into the city, leaving peace for the day
Only to return when we have nothing left to say