Written by Gerry Beckley, ©1977 Found on Harbor, America Live, and Highway. Thank the morning for bringing you Hope you never turn your head and run And thank the sun for shining, too Hope the darkness never comes again What it does to me Isn't good to see You say that fortune brought you Sailin' cross the sea I don't believe you I don't see how it's true I think my dreamin' brought you here And if I wake tomorrow will you still be near Once a miser, twice a son Three's a devil, four's a lot of fun Fun for living one and all Start a battle, who's the first to fall Hope it isn't me Have to wait and see You say that fortune brought you Sailin' cross the sea I don't believe you I don't see how it's true I think my dreamin' brought you here If I wake tomorrow will you still be near Should I live with rain and then the sky will clear