Fall out of bed and catch a fading star
Fancy I woke up before my alarm
Rub my mind through my eyes
It's the best I can do
Before it's automatic, habit of returning to you
Though I smile when it happens, almost as if it was magic
It means there's a God somewhere and he's laughing
And I shuffle my slipper less toes to the kitchen
Still low to the ground, but high on living

And I know, I know, it's going to be a good day
Hello, hello, you beautiful thing

Waking up, I stretch my body and acknowledge the makes
It must be something I did yesterday
Pour a cup of liquid gold, because my enginge's still cold
But in a minute everything's gonna change

'Cause I know, I know, it's going to be a good day
Hello, hello, you beautiful thing