Roy Orbison - Good morning dear

Were the nights any sweeter The mornings any cooler, when she was here? Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"? Should I still feel all the sunshine That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her? Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were 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 Now faded and tattered, once all that mattered when she was here And a mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning dear" Were the nights any sweeter The mornings any cooler, when she was here? Or was the mind grown accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"?