Here comes the day, here comes the morning
Just another day, bringing in the daylight
Forcing myself up out of bed

Staring at the wall, thinking of the fool, fool, fool

Here comes the child, he's just a little boy

Looking like his mother, feeling like his dad
Look at his face, he does enjoy the chase
Chasing all the girls, kissing all the girls


And his mother watches over
Making sure he won't let go of her


Looking from the window
Staring at the pavement

Spinning through the sky
I hear you cry


Calling softly
Falling softly


Smiling of course, I am a little boy
Just a little boy, playing with my soldiers
And they pulled him to his feet

But he was all broken, woken

Smiling from the window

Breathing in the open
Turning from the pavement
The sky so golden


Staring at my hands
Feel my heart is beating

Running through the streets
The world at our feet


Smiling from the window
Breathing in the open
Turning from the pavement

The sky so golden

Staring at my hands

Feel my heart is beating
Running through the streets
The world at our feet