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?