Perfect Timing

Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long Out on the highway I hear the moaning That low and lonesome whisper you only know from longing Through those naked trees at the windows glowing orange Taking over that cold shoulder racing by I might have known before If I'd got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damn That who you see in dreams at night Seem to spend their afterlives Trying hard to live the last one down Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me, but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long