She turns her face to the wall She won't let anybody see her The winter comes and sits Where the window doesn't fit And she cries herself awake another morning Across the street a cafe And the sound of people laughing Her heart it wants to go But the rest of her says no And she lies under the weight of another morning Another morning She might have flown away with the day With her sorrow circling below her Another morning could see her swinging high above the crowds With the feeling that they all want to know her But the truth is that she Don't know who she'll be tomorrow Just what face to wear Or the way she'll do her hair And that's why she's so afraid of another morning But the truth is that she Don't know who she'll be tomorrow Just what face to wear Or the way she'll do her hair And that's why she's so afraid of another morning Why's she so afraid of another morning? Oh, why's she so afraid of another morning?