It’s such a beautiful January morning
The clouds behind me are on fire
Still miss your hand, as I walk along
That was when I thought of this song
Hear the train burn down the rail
See the jets make vapour trails
Up in the sky that is on fire
And all that it may entail
Another hangover morning after
You said, we could always send emails
But I’d rather pen it in a letter
Held in your hand, it never fails
Hear the Postman drop the mail
If you forget leave paper trails
I had a dream they lead to your beach house
A new year is setting sail
It’s such a beautiful January morning
It’s such a beautiful January morning
It’s such a beautiful January morning
It’s such a beautiful January morning
morning