by Warren Zevon c. 1991 Zevon Music/BMI. Don't the sky look funny. Don't it look kinda chewed-on like. Don't you feel like running. Don't you feel like running from the dawn's early light. Quite ugly one morning. We all said goodnight. It came without a warning. Just a flash of light. Don't you feel kind of funny. Don't you feel kind of funny inside. When you feel like laughing. And everybody tells you you ought to be crying. Quite ugly one morning. We all said goodnight. It came without a warning. But it was quite all right. Quite ugly one morning. We all said goodnight. It came without a warning. But it was quite all right. From dawn to sundown. It's a long long way. And it's a hollow triumph. When you make it to the bottom of another day. There's a fever rising. When the evening comes. And when the battle's over. There'll be nothing left but the sound of drums. Quite ugly one morning. We all said goodnight. It came without a warning. Just a flash of light. Quite ugly one morning. We all said goodnight. It came without a warning. But it was quite all right.