i guess i'm not the kind of boy who's seen it all before anymore i thought i'd figured out the way to see the sunny side of the day
making plans, making good and keep on asking on could it be so good
i'll have to sit and calculate think myself a mess for the best it seems i have to complicate all the thing i see lucky me
and when you all go out to play i'll keep an eye on you for a clue cos i won't take it anymore being the jealous one in the sun
and when i come and see the light heaven help you all at the sight cos fireworks and movie screens can't prepare you all for the scene all my plans making good i can't stop thinking now it'll be so good
cos now it seems I'm all the rage such a tender heart such and early age now tell me where the hell were you when i was the only one who couldn't see the sun all my plans making good i can't stop thinking now it could be so good?