In the mornin', when you rise
Do you think of me and how you left me cryin'?
Are you thinkin' of telephones
And managers, and where you got to be at noon?
You are living a reality
I left years ago, it quite nearly killed me
In the long run, it will make you cry
Make you crazy and old before your time
And the difference between me and you
I won't argue right or wrong

But I have time to cry, my baby
You don't have to cry
I said cry, my baby
You don't have to cry
I said cry, my baby
You don't have to cry

In the mornin', when you rise
Do you think of me and how you left me cryin'?
Are you thinkin' of telephones
And managers, and where you got to be at noon?
You are living a reality
I left years ago, it quite nearly killed me
In the long run, it will make you cry
Make you crazy and old before your time
And the difference between me and you
I won't argue right or wrong

But I have time to cry, my baby
You don't have to cry
I said cry, my baby
You don't have to cry
I said cry, my baby
You don't have to cry

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Stephen A. Stills