Early morning   The crows are calling   I left myself on the other side   Now I'nm waiting for something   To get me out of anything   Or whatever kind of mess I got myself in again      Dawn again   And the funny thing is   You never know how good you've got it   Until it all goes bad   So baby don't get mad      Don't let it fly this time   I'm only trying to be your friend      Early warnings   The funeral mourners   Are putting on their stuff to get together   For that same old dance   When its someone's last      Don't let it fly this time   I'm only trying to be your friend      I give you days and days and days and I'm   Only trying to be your friend