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.
Writer/s: Alfie / Anthony Dawson