Here I am again perfect timing, The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long Out on the highway, I hear the moaning That low and lonesome whisper, You only know from longing, Through those naked trees at the windows glowing orange, Taking over that cold shoulder racing by I might have known before If I'd got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damn That who you see in dreams at night seem to spend their afterlives Trying hard to live the last one down Here I am again perfect timing, The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning, Now I tolerate him all day long