I woke up this Friday morning and thought, "everything is awesome"
Misty clouds grew gray overhead and rain water fell from the sky
Drops of dew covered my garden and caused my roses to blossom
This is the kind of happiness that love and money can't buy
My neighbor is a strange fella, for he rises with the sun
This 9 to 5 fedora man is in the buisness of sorrow
You'll never see him read a book or stop to adore anyone
Maybe he, too, will think "everything is awesome" in the wake of tomorrow