Sun In My Pocket Every morning I wake up
On the floor beside my bed
I`ve been flying in my sleep
How many times?
And I live for the next week Made a cup of black coffee
Spilled it on the white carpet
I`ve red all stupid papers
It makes me feel down And I am just who I am just
From morning till night
I look at my piece of fun
And I am just who I am just
I ignore traffic lights
But I have nowhere to run