The darkness turns whiter,

No that’s just the brightness of the sun outside,

I wake up and my hair looks like a web dome by a spider,

Rolling over to get my body back to life

I go to the bathroom,

I brush my teeth take a shower and it starts to dawn,

That while I’m singing and thinking in the shower,

My mind drifts off to a place where I was someone that had no money,

No room no clothes no bath no place no friends,

So how’d I wake up in my bed

I don’t mind it much,

I mean I have everything I’ve ever wanted,

A tv some food in the fridge and a place to stay,

But I look at my texts it says,

“Get to the studio now” then I get a call,

“WHERE ARE YOU!” They scream,

“I’m coming” is what came out of my mouth,

I was so startled I ran to the last address this phone had,

And sure enough it was the studio

I guess I have all my dreams now,

But I don’t even know the journey,

I don’t know the people,

I don’t know the place,

I don’t even know of my fans who’ve heard me

Goodmorning they say as I walk by,

Goodmorning to the guy that just stands at his desk eats a bagel and I lie,

Saying “Hey how you been” acting like I know him,

I guess this is what I wanted,

People to know me,

See me,

And say goodmorning as I pass by,

So I say to the person who called me here “GOODMORNING”