Can't I Miss You?

The mornings are weary
And wave through my mind
I think that they are too soon
And not too kind

The yawn it comes readily
And the eyes feel quite dry
I'm sad that it's morning
Though I have no reason to cry

And them I'm ready
Within the span of a hour
Do I have time to sniff the roses
Or that grape-flavored flower

And before you know it
I'm driving in my car
Always traveling
But never getting very far