I wont be long I wanna be rich when I grow up I wanna to have fun Dancing on a table with someone I want to stay, on holiday Tell my friends I'm not coming back Don't want to be out on the street, blowing around like a magazine I want to race cars, in these little streets you can't drive fast I want to break glass, its the only way to show you that I can't feel what I'm meant to feel Pushing a square peg into a round hole I can't sleep, what is it you need? Maybe you're asking for the wrong thing Sweet Morning and I think of I think I'm happy being alive Sweet morning and I think of I think I'm happy being alive ♪ Sweet morning, never where I went ♪ Up on a hill, miles away from all the madness Starting to feel This is not what you planned, but maybe not that bad ♪ I want to stay on holiday, tell my friends I'm not coming back Don't wanna be out on the street, blowing around like a magazine Sweet morning and I think of Must be happy to be alive Sweet morning that I think of Must be happy to be alive ♪ Sweet morning, never where I went