Woke up in the mornin and I rung the bell, its a long way across a wishing
well. Throw my pennies in one by one. They come up shinin like its just begun.
They come up wishin on the light of the sun. They come up knowin that I got no
gun, well, Id fire off a round if I had it in me, but I know somedayll be a
sunshine memory. Walkin around in a kindergarten haze. Oh my, what a happy
game. Tell um that you love um till the end of your days. Tell um that you
need um in a bad way. Oh how happy is the look on your face, when you know
somebody and you want um to stay. Memory is an old highway. If you drive too
long you might lose your way. Sunshine. Never had it so good, in my childhood.
(Bright Sunday mornin)