WHEN I WOKE THIS MORNING LORD
THE MOUNTAINS WERE THE SEA
WHAT MY EYES BEHOLD TO ME
I FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE
I WALKED THE SHORES OF WHAT WAS LEFT
OF WHAT WAS NO MORE
REALIZING LIFE REAPS WHAT YOU SOW
STONE ON A HIGH THAT NO DRUG CAN HOLD
THE ROAD THAT BROUGHT ME TO THIS STATE
IS FOLLOWED BY THE YOUNG
I KEPT ON TRUCKIN’ LORD
I KNOW NOW WHAT I’VE DONE
PARTIED, SEX, TV, ANYTHING THAT’S FUN
HEEDING NO ONES WARNING THAT A QUAKE SOON WOULD COME
EASY LIFE IN THE CITY A BIG SOCIAL HUM
STONED ON A HIGH LESS THAN AN OVERDOSE
WHEN I WOKE THIS MORNING LORD
THE SUN WAS IN MY EYES
CROWDED MISTY MEMORIES
ARE ALL THAT’S LEFT BEHIND
OF A DREAM THAT LEFT IT’S SCAR UPON ME IN FRIGHT
I’VE FAITH THAT THE THINGS I DO WILL BE RIGHT
KNOWING THAT I COULD HAVE DIED IN MY SLEEP THAT NIGHT
STONE ON A HIGH THAT NO DRUG CAN HOLD
Copyright 1980 Music, Lyrics, and Script from “ROCK, A MUSICAL EXPERIENCE”