A rough gist of a few lyrics: Something about the morning… he has no place he can call his home… he has to roam from town to town… something about the morning… something about his (dead?) wife’s eyes and the sky… something, something, something… now it’s too late for a brand new start… something, something, something… now it’s too late… now it’s too late… 
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‘The Ballad of Rupert Murdoch’ ?
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