Morgan sings a song in the middle of
the night
He's driving his car to see his brother
Mark
Morgan tells us a story, but I think he
is not alright
A tear in his eye and cars passing
trough the night

Sometimes I need to cry, so I can
smile again
Telephone is in your hand, you know
who to call again

Do you know how fast we're going?

Sometimes I ask, why? So I can smile
again
I understand that I can't understand
you're a great friend

That's all and all OK.

We always say too much look past,
you'll find
Some beauty in it all