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.