(John Stewart)
I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings

The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes

My shaving razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,

Oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?


You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed

But now you know how happy I can be
So our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend

But how much baby do we really need?