text: 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 grey background
  Theres oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
  That run down the drain
  In colored arrangements
  That Michael will change with a stick that he found
  Michael from mountains
  Go where you will go to
  Know that I will know you
  Someday I may know you very well
  Michael brings you to a park
  He sings and its dark when the clouds come by
  Yellow slickers up on swings
  Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky
  Theyll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens
  Their mothers will scold
  But Michael will hold you
  To keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry
  Michael from mountains
  Go where you will go to
  Know that I will know you
  Someday I may know you very well
  Michael 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 two
  Theres rain in the window
  Theres sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
  You want to know all
  But his mountains have called so you never do
  Michael from mountains
  Go where you will go to
  Know that I will know you
  Someday I may know you very well
  Someday I may know you very well