I know you turned your back on Mother nature,  For everything she puts you through.  She wakes up everyday and tries to Greet you,  I’m hopin’ that you’ll make it Through.    I caught every morning,  Tried to reach you,  And waited for your Saturday.  With sunshine, divine, I come Running,  I’m a change a’ heart away . . .    Get out (Get out)  Get out  Let the Mornin’ break in you  Get Out  And I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m Running after you.    Thought that he would be a High-class mover.  Well, he’s high now mover,  But his class aint new.  You were born to be a ballerina,  So you danced your way to Hollywood.  Well dancin’s what you got,  But not like you wanted,  Not like you wanted anything . . .    Get out (Get out)  Get out  Let the Mornin’ break in you  Get Out  and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.    On the big sky, nothing at the top,  so stop and get a good look. . . at this miracle. . .  On the big line, nothin’ up above, just love,  so get a good look at this miracle. . .  ‘Cause this miracle’s you . . .  This miracle’s you. . .    Get out (Get out)  Get out  Let the Mornin’ break in you  Get Out  and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.    Get out (Get out)  Get out  Let the Mornin’ break in you  Get Out  and I won’t (Get out) run unless I’m running after you.    (Get out) And I wont (Get out) run unless im running after you,  (Get out) And I wont (Get out) run unless im running after you. . .