The morning has forgotten How dark it was before You’re standing in the shower Staring at the bathroom door The cereal bowl will rock And the walls will look down shy As you climb onto the window sill Fly into the morning sky Into the morning sky And the city lies beneath you A million dead-end streets Swarms of yellow taxis That nest on the concrete And your smile will smell of toothpaste As you soar above the clouds Close your eyes and ride the wind Fly into the mystic sky