Oh, that clock. Old killjoy. I hear you. “Come on, get up,” you say. Time to start another day. Even he orders me around. Well, there’s one thing. They can’t order me to stop dreaming.
Oh, that clock. Old killjoy. I hear you. “Come on, get up,” you say. Time to start another day. Even he orders me around. Well, there’s one thing. They can’t order me to stop dreaming.