Olive Tree

Pick a fruit from the Olive Tree Open it green, show me a taste of life I'll try anything Put at bay your adversary, your commentary And show me a little faith 'Cause I don't have much these days Life's a walk in the park on a cold misty mornin' Life's a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted And now the autumn has turned and I've learned nothin' matters, So woncha' wake me up in the mornin'? We talk about it 'til we loose our voices All these choices spinnin' 'round Inside of our heads Heliotrope's in the house of cards, the things that are hard Get easier in time If you turn toward the light Life's a walk in the park on a cold misty mornin' Life's a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted And now the autumn has turned and I've learned nothin' matters So woncha' wake me up in the mornin'? Oh, woncha' pick me up in the mornin'? A magic trick turns the ordinary to extraordinary What do you think of me now? As I appear You take your view from the Eiffel Tower; you feel your power In the City of Light The world is yours if you try 'Cause life's a walk in the park on a cold misty mornin' Life's a virtual sunrise that leaves me undaunted And now the autumn has turned and I've learned nothin' matters So won't you wake me up in the morning'? Oh, woncha' pick me up in the morning'? Yeah, won't you wake me up in the mornin'?