You're living the life of a stranger Follow him into the ground The difference between daggers and anchors, a matter of what's been held down You've got a face they hold onto, you've got a place in their town But you never seem to afford to turn an offer down Keep your head to the morning Sun When you're facing the morning Sun Keep your head to the morning Sun You'll be facing the mourning some
You're leaving the likes of the stranger, loving the lean of the road Riding on years of hard living turns your hair to gold But you will never grow old, no you will never grow old So you'd better not let go, you'd better not let go You better not let go Keep your head to the morning Sun When you're facing the mourning some Keep your head to the morning Sun You'll be facing the morning Sun
