Sing

Sun's goin' down and I feel sick
Flowers bloom across the room as I lay inside my bed
All of the world I wish to see
If I could be a little bird, I'd make a nest inside that tree

And sing

Most days, I get the green jello
Nurses float in and touch my skin and tell me if I look too yellow
In all of my dreams, I can dance
If I could be like Gene Kelly, I would tap into that tree

And sing
And sing

Koo-koo-koo-roo, koo-roo-koo
Koo-koo-koo-roo, koo-roo-koo

There will be days when you get low
Music within lifts up the chin
And helps you help yourself again

Just sing
Just sing
Just sing