Just living on a Sunday morning,
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting,
Never enough, not enough and never ending,
I just thought I'd think about.

Just living on a Sunday morning,
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting,
Never enough, not enough and never ending,
I just thought I'd think about.

And it might be,
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky,
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.

Parody of yourself in color,
Giving it to everybody but your mother and
You've got much to think about,
Soaring higher with every treason,
Never justify, never reason,
You've got much to think about.

And it might be,
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky,
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky,
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might be.

Parody of yourself in color,
Giving it to everybody but your mother and
You've got much to think about.
Soaring higher with every treason,
Never justify, never reason.
You've got much to think about.

And it might be,
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky,
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky,
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might be,
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky,
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might, might.
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Here And Now Lyrics

Letters To Cleo – Here And Now Lyrics

Songwriters: MCKENNA, GREG / HANLEY, KAY / KARP, BRIAN
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