I wake up in the morning and John gimme a hug It's a good thing, you know, but not to be on the news Our lives are being written Every day on the pages on the Daily View Misses Dita raised alone her five kids But a futile party may have more page views Oh, we need more love More empathy Not only stupid headlines Words without content But it's not late a new day is just beginning Make it better with good tidings before it's too late Our lives are being written Every day with the question: "Why a lot of news?" Change your view!