Got a shoebox full of love letters
Gathering dust up on the shelf
Got an old feeling that I can’t forget
Guess if you want something done right you’ve got to do it yourself

I’ll be born in the morning again
Dying at the end of the day
Til all the wall flowers are on their feet
One more dance and I’m one my way

Found a postcard from an old friend
And now I hold it in my hand
Looks like I’ve got a chance to start again
Nothing turned out the way I planned

Got your picture on the dashboard
I’ll take it with me when I go
And when I’m out there on the wide open road
If you were right, then I’ll know

I’ll be born in the morning again
Dying at the end of the day
Til all the wall flowers are on their feet
One more dance and I’m one my way