The day breaks. Your toe aches. You think that means rain
but when looking outside it’s plain
the day is simply gorgeous.
Great news! Exit blues. Knot shoes.
Go cruise the neighborhood.
Not every morning looks this good.

Not every morning looks this good.

Postwoman smiles, no dogs for miles
and clouds are nights away.
Kids are drawing on the street.
It looks like everyone’s on holiday.
The town is at a dance.
The town is in a trance.
It feels like some fine romance.

It feels like some fine romance.

As you wander, you start to ponder,
"Why isn’t every day like this?
So rapturous, so glorious,
with every moment full of bliss!"
It is then you spy a woman whom
you’d very like to know
who approaches, beams upon you
and bestows a gracious kiss.

Not every morning is this good.
It feels like some fine romance.

Not any morning could be this good.