Woke up to the smell of fresh cut grass Jangiling guitars in my ears The things that I thought were impossible Are somehow becoming quite real Becoming quite real It may be raining where you are The skies may not seem very clear But the sun it shines here Suddenly things started moving And all of my enemies have looked round They're wanting to see me too badly They want to rub my face in the ground My face in the ground May be raining But who cares anyway Somehow those clouds disappear And the sun it shines here