This morning was so new...
The sun it shown so brightly.
Everything said in truth,
Was all dishonesty.

Wednesday morning window, looks so dull.
You cut down the tree, Oh, you cut down the tree.
My hands don't know where to go,
And my voice has been off key.

Is there nothing I can do to fulfill ya?

The morning was so blue,
There's too much on a mind.
After just two dates with you,
The pretty things start to feel unkind.

Thursday morning window,
Should do great things to me.
But still you cut it down,
And sent it's driftwood off to sea.

Is there nothing can do to sustain ya?

This morning was me and you.
Later, you said no.
I said it just to scare you.
Didn't think that you'd really go.

Sunday morning window, Stained Glass.
The Bible's punishment has been cast.
Here I sit on the stub,
Of a tree that I so once loved.