Songwriter: Shel Silverstein

Producer: Ron Haffkine

[Verse 1]
This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city
Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies
This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water
Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise

[Bridge 1]
Down the hallway rats are skitterin', I can smell the garbage rottin'
Hear the children cryin' in apartments, down below
This is the last mornin' that I'm gonna have to listen to it
I'm going home, yeah (oh, yeah)

[Verse 2]
This is the last mornin' that I try to breath the heavy air
Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, watch the world turn grey
This is the last mornin' that I drink my coffee standing up
Smile and speak to strangers who just turn and walk away

[Bridge 2]
This is a tough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here
And I'm so tired of tryin' to stand against it, all alone
This is the last mornin' that I'm gonna have to fight it
I'm going home, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
This is the last mornin' that I wear these greasy overalls
Punch the clock and do just what I'm told to get along
And face the long evenin', lyin' close beside my radio
Imagining the kisses of the girl who sings the song

[Bridge 3]
Down below the subway's screamin', as I lie here halfway dreamin'
Looking at the ceiling, wondering where
The dream went wrong (where, where)
This is the last mornin', that I'm gonna have to think about it
(yes it is)
I'm going home (yeah) (ay)

[Outro]
I'm going home, (I'm going home, yo) (yeah)
(I'm goin' back home now)
I'm going home (ow)
I'm going home, yeah (oh, I'm goin' home now)
I'm going home
I'm going home