This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city   Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies   This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water   Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise      Down the hallway rats are skitterin'   I can smell the garbage rottin'   Hear the children cryin' in an apartment down below   This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to listen to it   I'm going home, yeah      This is the last mornin', that I try to breath the heavy air   Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey   This is the last mornin' that I drink my coffee standing up   Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away      This is a tough cold city here   And I'll guess I'll never cut it here   And I'm so tired of tryin' to stand against it all alone   This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to fight it   I'm going home, yeah      This is the last mornin' that I wear these greasy overalls   Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along   And face the long evenin', layin' close beside my radio   Imaginin' the kisses of the girl that sings the song      Down below the subway's screaming   As I lay here halfway dreaming   Looking at the ceiling, wondering where, the dream went wrong (where, where)   This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to think about it   I'm going home      I'm going home   I'm going home   I'm going home