Honey what do I say to you, for showing me the way? Your doing all the things you do, blowing me away. Who's dark day was it when I was told? Who remembers the day when all the flowers bloom and, The ground was wet and people flew. And all the pretty flowers looked like you. So now I wake up in the morning and smile. I know if I had ever thought that I could be an astronaut. That I'll just sit and play guitar. Cos' I'm too busy laughin' to be bothered with a star.