honey what do i say to you, for showing me the way?
for doing all the things you do, blowing me away.
who’s dark day was it when i was told?
who remembers the day when all the flowers bloom and,
the ground was wet and people flew.
and all the pretty flowers looked like you.
so now i wake up in the morning and smile.
i know if i had ever thought that i could be an astronaut.
that i’ll just sit and play guitar.
cos’ i’m too busy laughin’ to be bothered with the stars.