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)