Из альбома: Lost Souls
Get out of bed, pick up the phone 
Time to tell the press 
Say to myself, I can't do no-one else 
There's a whole world outside 
I'm gonna tell it all 
I'm gonna sell it all 
I'm gonna sell 
Get out of bed 
Come out and sing 
Blue skies ahead 
The man who told everything 
And I feel, like I'm losing my head 
I didn't mean to stay 
Lives have been wrecked, and I've picked up my cheque 
Catch a plane out of here 
I'm gonna get out of here 
I'm gonna get out of here 
I'm gonna sell 
Get out of bed 
Come out and sing 
Blue skies ahead 
The man who told everything