A censored write up on love in yesterday's paper   Left me feeling lonely    As rotten paper falls from my notebook   I had to bring myself to pick up my jaw      You can't stop daybreak, daybreak      Well In the back of my mind she sits    With her arms around his chest   If I had four hands    I could hold you like you wanted   And I'd give you my soul    To see that it's been sold    That it's been sold   That it's been sold   That it's been sold      You can't stop daybreak   With your voice inside    Scribbled on an empty sidewalk through his life    Flipping page by page   Looking up so far down      You can't stop daybreak, daybreak      Disappointed    From her looks of despair   From this