Sam Windley – Neighbours in the Morning

LYRIC
Neighbours in the Morning

Verse 1

Make a cup of coffee, put on free to air
Let yourself be swallowed up by your recliner chair
Take it, never leave it, pick up what they're putting down

Verse 2

A hundred pushups later, you're back from the gym
Sleep when you're dead ‘cause snoozers never win
Dress shoes in your backpack, you're gonna run into town

Chorus

I've got a bird's eye view of my neighbours in the morning
They don't do much but they never get boring
Got their minds made up, but I don't think so
I've got a front-row sеat and an open window

Verse 3

You've got eight or ninе kids, even you've lost count
He always finds his way back but he's drinking the accounts
It's a people mover breakfast, everyone get in the car

Verse 4

It was a big one last night, the cops shut it down
You were only playing music but it was pretty fucking loud
You think you got lucky, but you don't remember who they are

Chorus

I've got a bird's eye view of my neighbours in the morning
They don't do much but they never get boring
Got their minds made up, but I don't think so
I've got a front-row seat and an open window

Bridge

The gardener
The postman
The Mormons
The government
Taps on the front door
The neighbourhood parliament
The Salvation Army
The gas meter reading
Nothing alarming, but nothing I'm needing

Chorus

I've got a bird's eye view of my neighbours in the morning
They don't do much but they never get boring
Got their minds made up, but I don't think so
I've got a front-row seat and an open window

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