In The Morning

I can't ever seem to wait for the night
Why don't these strangers surrender their might?

During the night you'd keep me warm
But in the morning after you leave I'm cold again

Will this ever not feel generic?
Will this ever not feel forced?

I tried to talk to you today, but you seem so far away.
I'm New York City and you're LA.

Your flying First Class all the way
(I have no class and never did)
Just in Coach, flying in the opposite way...
TP