I was riding with the dream patrol when someone whispered in my ear she says: "You're sleeping late again my Romeo!" but all my hopes and worries wake me up as I gaze at the sky and the clouds soon to cry and it feels like I'm cursed as I smile and say "Good morning to the world" I'm having breakfast with my radio instant coffee in my car I hear, Aimee Mann in perfect stereo (stereo) and all my hopes and worries squeezed into a guitar and the sky is a great weeping eye by the time I return I smile and say "Good morning to the world, to the world" and what lies right before me, I leave behind so I gaze at the sky and the clouds stop to cry and I listen and learn as I smile and say "Good morning to the world, to the world" and I know it s my turn when I smile and say "Good morning to the world, to the world" and I know it s our turn when I smile and say "Good morning to the world, to the world" and you know that I know it and I know that you know it and I know that you know it