There'll be another pretty morning,
To make you forget the anger of last night,
Yet, the fire will keep burning,
Throughout the day,
To take you further out.
Though, now I know,
When to step back,
And let people go their way,
Because this has happened far too many times now,
I know exactly what you're going to say.
So, I'll keep my anger to me,
Gladly stepping out of your way.
To find those little spots of peace,
I can find for my heart to sway,
Sooner or later,
It'll be truly a happy day.