Michael wakes you up with sweets
He takes you up streets and the rain comes down
Sidewalk markets locked up tight
And umbrellas bright on a gray backgroundThere's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
That run down the drain
In colored arrangements that Michael will change
With a stick that he foundMichael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday, I may know you very wellMichael brings you to a park
He sings and it's dark when the clouds come by
Yellow slickers up on swings
Like puppets on strings hanging in the skyThey'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens
Their mothers will scold
But Michael will hold you to keep away cold
Till the sidewalks are dryMichael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday, I may know you very wellMichael leads you up the stairs
He needs you to care and you know you do
Cats come crying to the key
And dry you will be in a towel or twoThere's rain in the window
There's sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
You want to know all
But his mountains have called, so you never doMichael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday, I may know you very well
Someday, I will know you very well