open your sleepy eyes walk aways from those dreamy skys of flowers and boats taboggans and moats pull your warm little feet out of your soft pretty sheet not ready to start the day its april not may walking down the stairs fumbling with your stray hairs your mothers not there and your fathers sitting in his chair its almost three it started easily with mounting misery pick up the phone so your not so alone it rings and nobodys home place it back down give a small little frown this a city not a town eat a cinnamon bun avoiding all fun your peacefully relaxed your not the one being taxed sitting in your slip sailing away on your very own ship what a beautiful face i have found in this place what a beautiful dream at the flash on the screen and one day we will dye and our ashes will fly but for now we are young let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see.