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?