The first bus of the day travels in the dark
Folks are up and off to work before you’re half-awake
The driver sees the stars slowly fade away
The baker sees his buns are swelling
Fishermen are on their way
And the universe approves of what you’re doing
Oh sleepyhead, stay in bed
The first bus of the day starts to be unreal
Hear the engine climb the hill and you’re behind the wheel
The fish are fading fast, the buns are catching up
The stars are baking bread for you and filling up your coffee cup
And the universe approves of what you’re doing
Oh sleepyhead, stay in bed
Sleepyhead, stay in bed
 

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