Open up your morning window tell me, Sunshine, what can ya
see? Is he wearing his white suit again, this good old mapel
tree.
And I can see those roads so crystal clear, running up north
again. And if you wanna ride with me all the way, sure it
sounds like a plan.

Just gimme your hand and I will cross
side to side and coast to coast
just to be with you
My moon light on the snow
and we`ll just slide
`cause to me you are one of a kind
between twenty million defferent flakes...

Is it so hard the music of the morning even when its cold?
but seems so easy to forget about the sun when ya`re chasing
after gold.
It`s Friday in Downtown Toronto, both my eyes are wide open
tonight! thank you, Sunshine, for showing me my way in those
flashin` neon Christmes lights...

yeah gimme your hand...