It`s five thirty a.m.
Laying here thinking again
The sun is so beatiful
Smiling pink in the sky
I`m wondering why
This doesn`t happen all the time
But then maybe if it did
It wouldn`t be so blinding
A deep light rose
But I know what I mean
It`s something to be seen
Do you know what I mean?
It`s something to be seen
Have you seen it? 
It`s five thirty a.m.
Laying here thinking again
That deep light rose
Pushing pink through my window
Rosy and light, but daytime`s
Not quite here
I hope I can sleep
I should knowing I can keep
This sun in my mind
I`ll never go blind
With this memory
Of something to see