Big premiere, 5 a .m., Sunday morning.
Light in the east, got a new day.
If you listen, you can hear it miles and miles away.
The low, low rumble of the town waking up with a light in the east.
Night in the west, there's the moon, all pale and tired,
like she needs a little rest, because the night's been busy.
You can hear it echo, bouncing off the buildings like a ghost.
Yeah, the night's been busy, tearing up the city,
like a too -drunk guest who steals from his host and leaves behind
bleary eyes, the smell of sex and whiskey lies.
Then comes the light in the east, time I like best.
It's better when the day still has its youth.
Better to walk, better to breathe, better to see the truth.
And that was all that he said.
I'm just repeating his words.
You ever talk to the dead?
I only told you the truth.
It happened just as I said.
His wife is lying to you.
Have pity to share anyway.
I only told you the truth.
What do you want me to say?
I tried the facts, I know how.
I told the world that I know.
I only told you the truth.
It's nothing more than facts, a lie, more than a myth.
Their husband is more of my life.
I only told you the truth.
The truth.
The truth.
The truth.
The truth.
The truth.
The truth.
The truth.
The truth.
