Running On All Gears

I wake up to another day,
The sun shining the night away.
The day's ahead, so what's for breakfast?
Bacon, eggs, grits, a prelude to a wanderlust.
I'm happier today than I have been in years,
For the world is running on all gears.

I board my emotional rocket ship, 'tis time to fly,
Fly high, way high, into the great blue sky,
And if I were to die today, well, at least I have a smile,
Where as other people consider it walking the "green mile."
I don't think I've been this happy in many years
Because this ol' world is running on all gears.

Rock 'n rolling on my air guitar, sweeping me off my feet,
Everything so delicately smooth, so decadent, so sweet,
And I this ball of energy ready to electrify you all,
A spiritual dance until you're tired and you fall.
I think I've made it known this is the happiest I've been in years
For after all, the world is simply running on all gears.