the house is dead as i wander down
down the cold, wooden stairs
5 am and i feel dead
as i see the sun come back around

i speak to her like she's my friend
softly shining rays of gleam
and she says, as i recall
go back to bed, you're not rested yet

and i agree, i truly do
but duty calls and so do you
go out and shine, my lovely sun
be the warmth all people want