Before Breakfast

I feel the sun rise on my face.
My old dog, my old woman,
drag my feet across this cold floor.
like so many times before.

And I know im getting older.
When I speak I sound mush colder.
How are you doing?
How are you doing?

And im trying to find my way,
when no ones by my side.
And I run out of time.
And im starting to lose my mind.

Before breakfast, i'll be comin' home.
Before breakfast, i'll be comin' home.

I feel the sun rise on my face.
My old dog, my old woman,
hitched a ride down to the station,
sat alone to catch the next train.
Miles away from where they needed,
i'll be home before breakfast.

How are you doing?
How are you doing?
And im running out of time.
And im starting to lose my mind.

Before breakfast, i'll be comin' home.
Before breakfast, i'll be comin' home.

How are you doing?
How are you doing?