Good Luck Mr Gorski – Sleeper

Rides his bike on a tarmac causeway

Makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere

Dreams of rockets and home run heroes

Takes the brakes off on the big hills for a dare

Oh when it»™s dark here

There»™s a voice that will always call you in

But you don»™t care

You still sleep without thinking

Best of luck mr gorsky all the world»™s waiting for you

There»™s a clock on the wall

And it ticks when you»™re small

Counting for you

Good luck mr gorsky all the worlds waiting for you

There»™s a plaque on the wall

That your wife won at school

Cleans it for you

Making holes in the tall white fences

And a hundred curtains flicker as you pass

Think that man must be ninety seven

Built a telescope he focused on the stars

Models in boxes never look like the pictures on the front

But that»™s o k

They still fly on elastic