Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
bonnie clyde was 23 when he took a dive from the balcany embarasing his blushing bride who took her red face for a ride, to blackpool and the pouring rain she went out on the evening train she came in with the morning tide another seaside suicide....