Sour Suite
Sour Suite
The Guess Who
Written by Burton Cummings
Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin'
I don't wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it's a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin'
If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin'
But it's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
I don't wanna think about a runaway Dad
That took away the only thing that I've ever had
Don't even miss him this mornin'
I don't wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can't help him out this mornin'
Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see
And perhaps it's just as well, 'cause I'd rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this mornin'
But it's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
Whatever happened to images, 'cause now they're gone
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin' on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It's just like 4 6 2 O 1
It's just like 4 6 2 O 1
Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
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