In the morning, when you wake up May you find you're not alone May the tangle of your footsteps Leave you where you feel at home May the white, misted beauty Of a Summer morning by the sea Find the angels are all sleeping Cause there's nowhere they have to be Harbor Saints, won't you come Recognize me and what I demand That a man can have a purpose That no angel would ever understand Understand, walk with me Feel this knife blade that's pressed inside my sleeve Say a man can have a purpose That would make every angel grieve In the morning, when I wake up May I find I'm not alone May the tangle of my footsteps Lead me where I feel at home May the white, misty beauty Of a Summer morning by the sea Find the angels are all sleeping Cause there's nowhere they have to be