When the willow bends towards the end of day And twilight falls again To the funny sound that a blackbird makes And twilight falls again As no good reason remains I'll do the same one day But I can't say how or when Yeah I know somewhere a ship comes in every day The ship comes From my fingertips The cigarette throws ashes to the ground I'd stop and talk to the girls who work this street But I've got business farther down Like one long season of rain I will remain thinking of you But I can't say how or when There is no morphine I'm only sleeping There is no crime to dreams like this And if you could take something with you It would be right There is no morphine I'm only sleeping There is no crime to dreams like this And if you could take something with you It would be bright Just like something good Just like something good