Breakfast Ethereal

In my life as a child I wore the stripes Playing inside right As the Captain of the St Catharines Imperials With dumb luck running wild we won the cup Waking up every day To love and a bowl of breakfast ethereal From a soft focus world where tomorrow seemed bright To the black and the white TV light of some dreadful soap opera serial From a scrape to a scar we left little doubt From the inside out We were healing ourselves with breakfast ethereal What have we lost in our mad Pursuit of what we already had When was the last time we saw the sun rise And what did we gain in return But a lesson that we'd already learned Remember that first time we saw with our own eyes We saw with our own eyes As the sorrowful leaves fall at our feet All the sadness is sweet And the trees in the sunlight are seemingly spiritual I'd love to wake up again and imagine it all Through the mind of a child As the day runs wild with breakfast ethereal Breakfast ethereal Breakfast ethereal Breakfast ethereal Breakfast ethereal --- Breakfast Ethereal - Ron s*xsmith