Blues and grays won't make the change
Come on over, do the twist, aha
All our times have come, here but now they're gone
So wipe off the frown and turn around and face each other
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Give me a breeze that's long-winded
I won't be burned by the reflection of the fire in your eyes
Isn't that nice, like Miami Vice
Soldier on, only you can do what must be done.
I sit here on the stairs