Lirieke: Andrea Corr. Ten Feet High. Ideal World.

Jeannie marries when she's 21
She has a baby one year on and every year
That's the way that life goes
Lost herself in domesticity
A cleaning, feeding entity
She can't recall what she was before

In an ideal world
Kids would keep their rooms tidy
In an ideal world
He'd be home from his work on time
And in the morning I could lie in

Johnny signs his share of autographs
For all the people he makes laugh
And he walks home to an empty flat
Does his best to fight this silence
Late night TV vicodin
He can't forget what he had before

In an ideal world
She would still think I'm funny
In an ideal world
She'd be waiting in bed for me
And in the morning we could lie in
In an ideal world

Molly's sitting in a waiting room
The top doctor will see her soon
In the body nature gave her
Worried if she'll ever wake up
Wondering if she's better off
Why can't she be what she was before?

In an ideal world
He would still think I'm pretty
In an ideal world
He would only want to bed with me
And in the morning we could lie in

In an ideal world
You could make a decision
In an ideal world
You'd be making a home for me
And in the morning we could lie in
Sunday mornings we could lie in