Honey what do I say to you, for showing me the way?   For doing all the things you do, blowing me away.      Who's dark day was it when I was told?   Who remembers the day when all the flowers bloom and,   The ground was wet and people flew.   And all the pretty flowers looked like you.      So now I wake up in the morning and smile.   I know if I had ever thought that I could be an astronaut.   That I'll just sit and play guitar.   Cos' I'm too busy laughin' to be bothered with the stars.