verse 1 Were the nights any sweeter The mornings any cooler, when she was here? Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"? verse 2 Should I still feel all the sunshine That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her? Lord, we both know things could never ever be the way they were verse 3 Her little girl illusions Built the wall of confusion between right and wrong That stands between her and the dream I had cherished so long verse 4 Now faded and tattered, once all that mattered when she was here And a mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning dear" Verse 5 Were the nights any sweeter The mornings any cooler, when she was here? Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"?