i guess i'm not the kind of boy 

who's seen it all before 

anymore 

i thought i'd figured out the way 

to see the sunny side 

of the day 



making plans, making good 

and keep on asking on 

could it be so good 



i'll have to sit and calculate 

think myself a mess 

for the best 

it seems i have to complicate 

all the thing i see 

lucky me 



and when you all go out to play 

i'll keep an eye on you 

for a clue 

cos i won't take it anymore 

being the jealous one 

in the sun 



and when i come and see the light 

heaven help you all 

at the sight 

cos fireworks and movie screens 

can't prepare you all 

for the scene 

all my plans making good 

i can't stop thinking now it'll be so good 



cos now it seems I'm all the rage 

such a tender heart 

such and early age 

now tell me where the hell were you 

when i was the only one 

who couldn't see the sun 

all my plans making good 

i can't stop thinking now 

it could be so good?