Morgan sings a song in the middle of the night
He's driving his car to see his brother Mark
Morgan tells us a story, but I think he is not alright
A tear in his eye and cars passing trough the night

Sometimes I need to cry, so I can smile again
Telephone is in your hand, you know who to call again

Do you know how fast we're going?

Sometimes I ask, why? So I can smile again
I understand that I can't understand you're a great friend
That's all and all OK.

We always say too much look past, you'll find
Some beauty in it all