Karaoké Here and Now Letters To Cleo

Just livin' on a Sunday mornin'

Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and

I just thought I'd think about

All the things to get and keep gettin'

Never enough, not enough and never endin'

I just thought I'd think about

Just livin' on a Sunday mornin'

Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and

I just thought I'd think about

All the things to get and keep gettin'

Never enough, not enough and never endin'

I just thought I'd think about

And it might be

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition

In the here and now

Here and now

Parody of yourself in color

Givin' it to everybody but your mother and you've got much to think about

Soarin' higher with every treason

Never justify, never reason

You've got much to think about

And it might be

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition

In the here and now

Here and now

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition

In the here and now

Here and now

And it might be

Parody of yourself in color

Givin' it to everybody but your mother and you've got much to think about

Soarin' higher with every treason

Never justify, never reason

You've got much to think about

And it might be

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition

In the here and now

Here and now

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition

In the here and now

Here and now

And it might be

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition

In the here and now

Here and now

And it might

Might