I'll have a dream where I'm sailing on a white ship in the sky And I'm not back at school or drowning or being chased by anyone And we'll lie in bed and let the light beams kiss our weary eyes And watch as the tiny particles of dust dance in the sun And on the radio they'll play a song we've not heard in years And it'll be almost as if we could inhabit the thoughts of our former selves And I'll read some poetry from a leather-bound anthology That I borrowed indefinitely from my grandmother's old wooden shelves What a lovely day Why don't you stay Please won't you stay We'll take a stroll through town and kick the leaves that line the streets And maybe have a coffee in a quirky independent cafe And you'll read the papers and I'll write a novel on my Macbook Air About the adventures of a young man living in the USA And though there's a famine in Darfur and a civil war in Chad The music in the background'll let us know it's really all ok And we'll order cake because it's Saturday and we deserve a treat And what's the point of living if you can't have a cake on a Saturday What a lovely day Why don't you stay Please won't you stay What a lovely day Why don't you stay Please won't you stay