End On A High Note

The world is open

The world is alive

It's technicolor and the sun is slowly rising

The morning sun

Can almost set the hills on fire

All along the coastline

You can hear the seagulls cries

Is it me that paints a picture

Is it me that directs the day?

Am I one amongst the millions

That will see the world this way?

Is it part of the illusion

All the overwhelming scenes?

Is it love that found it's way in here

To lift my beating heart away?

Oh, oh...

I can see the beauty

In a thousand different faces

I can hear the small talk

In the far and distant market places

Everybody is special

It's the highlight of their story

New life is in the meeting

Of the glowing morning glory

Oh, oh...

The world is even, yes the world is alright

We all just float about like sleepy satelites

Watching the cycles, see the seasons change

From thunderous rivers to the sunny lanes

The world is grooving to a brand new beat

The ground is swaying below our feet

All we ask for is a bit of happiness

And a smile upon our children's faces