Instrumental Chorus)

I cannot fathom how I got here

Or just where I'm going
It's such a queer feeling
To be flowing . . . upstream


2500 years ago
Shakyamuni said

O, Ananda
Is the lamp light dead?


4 o'clock in the morning
Lying in my bed
Meant to write you a letter

Wrote a postcard instead

It said . . .


This is not salvation
This is not deliverance

This is just good morning

This is not goodbye

This is not the end
This is just good morning


This is not a poem
This is not a song
This is just good morning


Good morning!
Good morning!

Good . . . morning!

(Instrumental Chorus)


I cannot fathom how I got here
Or just where I'm going

It's such a queer feeling
To be flowing . . . upstream