She turns her face to the wall
  She won't let anybody see her
  The winter comes and sits
  Where the window doesn't fit
  And she cries herself awake another morning
  Across the street a cafe
  And the sound of people laughing
  Her heart it wants to go
  But the rest of her says no
  And she lies under the weight of another morning
  Another morning
  She might have flown away with the day
  With her sorrow circling below her
  Another morning could see her swinging high above the crowds
  With the feeling that they all want to know her
  But the truth is that she
  Don't know who she'll be tomorrow
  Just what face to wear
  Or the way she'll do her hair
  And that's why she's so afraid of another morning
  But the truth is that she
  Don't know who she'll be tomorrow
  Just what face to wear
  Or the way she'll do her hair
  And that's why she's so afraid of another morning
  Why's she so afraid of another morning?
  Oh, why's she so afraid of another morning?