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”