Feels like a kiss
Makes a body strong
Climbing through the windowpane
After the dark
Has said its piece and gone
It sure is good to see you
How was I to know empirically
Until I let you go and you came back to me
Good morning sun
I will be your Mona Lisa
So shine on
Shine all your golden light on me
I've been working on the railroad
Working on planes
In waiting rooms and old streetcars
Weary from the world but every time you touch me
I'm a work of art.
How was I to know empirically
Darling you would go around the world for me
Good morning sun
I will be your Mona Lisa
So shine on
Shine all your golden light
I could have been a king
I could have been a rodeo star
Or a newspaper salesman
But then I wouldn't feel a thing
'Cause I wouldn't have the skin that I'm in
And you wouldn't have a hand in
This little bitty smile on my face
That might just be hiding a dirty little thought or two
I think you'd better know the truth
This body goes weak in the knees at the thought of you
Good morning sun
I will be your Mona Lisa
So shine on
Shine all your golden light
Good morning sun
I will be your Mona Lisa
So shine on
Shine all your golden light on me (repeat and fade to end)
